I soon figured out why Mando installed me a bed where he did. It had a door which could open and close, and most importantly, lock. While it was not the universe's comfiest bed, he clearly did the best with what he had- which admittedly wasn't much. I didn't close the door while asleep on my new bed with Mando onboard; I knew I was safe with him here. Plus it comforted me to hear him press buttons and swivel around in his chair; just to hear him close by. I actually think I slept better here like this than back home. How's that for ironic?

My eyes were shut as I continued drifting off through a land of dreams. These dreams were memories; core memories stored safely in the deep recesses of my heart. My mouth was open, and my breathing was low. Dreaming…. Dreaming….

I suppose I was unaware that I was able to love, or when I started loving. From as long as I can remember, I've always loved my three ghost guardians. I also loved the animals in the forest and the flowers. I never had to try and love anything- it came so naturally to me. And no one ever taught me about romantic love either. No one ever said….

It was a bright, warm summer day; I remember the sky seemed very, very high that particular afternoon. I was around sixteen or so; old enough to not be considered such a child anymore, despite what my masters called me. My eyes were shut, and my arms stretched out at my sides; my hair was everywhere in the grass. There, I laid under that seemingly endless, blue sky. And I couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

In that very instance, I truly believed that I would live and die on that planet. I never thought I would leave; I couldn't see a reason why I would leave. It didn't matter to me right then that I might never meet another living person like me. I was content with that- only knowing my spirit masters and the animal inhabitants. I was content with that…..

My fingers moved, feeling the blades of grass run up against the sides of my fingers. I took a deep, deep breath in, expanding my chest. Only then…. what was the point of all this training? Why try so hard to become a healer if there'll never be anyone around to heal? The older I got, the less sense it made to me. I began to practice healing because my masters told me I was Force-sensitive and to use my gift for good. Essentially, I started healing because I was told to. But now, I see it as a core part of my identity: I am a healer. I was born to be a healer. That was my purpose- that was the will of the Force. Whatever that meant.

Taking another long inhale, my eyes softly fluttered open a tad to gaze up at the sky. The sky… Why did it look so different today? So massive and untouched? Only, I knew that wasn't true; people flew ships through the sky lots. It wasn't untouched…. only by me it wasn't. The thought made my fingers curl a little; my mouth was a thin, flat line. A warm, summer breeze blew over me, swaying the grass all around my body.

I've noticed that since I've become older, things appear a bit differently to me. The wind blows a little crisper. The sky feels a little higher. The outline of clouds seemed a little softer. And my body was growing and altering in several different places. All of this confirmed the fact that I wasn't a kid anymore. I was growing up, slowly but surely. And with that, my view of my reality was also changing. The next breath I drew in was calmer, lighter.

And yet, here I am- destined to stay on Takodana alone. I was still content with that, though I'd be lying if I worried a piece of me wouldn't be someday. Everything about me and around me was shifting, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The only thing that stayed consistent was my staying here, which I was glad about. I didn't want to go; I didn't want future me to want to go either. There was so much changing already…..

I could steady myself by asking questions. I could ask about what was going to happen to me, or why I was trying so hard to become a good healer when it was just me here. I could do that, instead of letting myself plunge headfirst through all these transformations. I felt like I was here, alone and confused with all this. Like slipping into a void lacking knowledge; an ignorant darkness with next to no chance of spotting a single light to guide my way out. And there I was, left in a desperate search in an abyss for the secrets hidden just beyond my view. My eyes opened tenderly again as I continued to stare up at the high sky. How far should I go in search of these answers? My lips parted a sliver. How far can I go?

My eyes shot open as I was jolted awake by a rough shake; the ship had a raddle. Now up, I stretched and yawned, raising my arms up into the air as I sat up. At first, I didn't think anything of it; this craft bumps sometimes. It happens.

That dismissal went pretty fast however, when the ship started moving at warp speed. Blasters could be heard from outside. Uh oh; that can't be good. Red lights could be seen flashing through the window. My head poked out to see an incredibly stressed Mando at the wheel. I knew he was stressed; he didn't even seem to notice that I was up yet.

"Hand over the girl, Mando," a brand-new male voice announced from the communicator. Wait… Oh boy. It took me less than half a second to understand what was happening. Great; these freaks are chasing in space now too? Fantastic.

There was this sudden loud blast and the ship shook terribly. I'm guessing the noise came from us getting hit by a laser bullet. By now, the Mandalorian was moving his head every which way panicked. "I might let you live," the voice claimed. Huh, yeah right; I've seen enough of you bounty hunter jerks to know that you don't play fair.

Another blast hit the ship; this was getting scary now. This was followed by another incredible bang- this one louder than the others. A large, red button started beeping, prompting Mando to click some buttons. "Hold on," I think he was saying more to himself than me, since he didn't know I was awake yet.

The ship did a turn, causing me to almost bump my head. It was after this, once the craft was upright again, that I left my tiny bedroom. My feet stumbled out as my arms flailed around. "Come on," I heard Mando mutter to himself. More shots fired at our ship. "I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold." Um, this loser does know that I'm onboard, right? If he wants me alive, he better not blow us up; though I doubt his logic skills were that good.

The Mandalorian suddenly pulled back on a gear. This sent both him and me flying forward; him in his seat and me onto the dashboard. Mando's head yanked over to me in surprise. But before could say anything, the ship moved backwards and- you guessed it- sent me falling back. I was like a literal rag doll in that moment. While I tumbled onto the floor behind his chair, Mando turned his full attention back onto the spacecraft now ahead of us. "That's my line," he said before pressing a button. You could hear him scream "noooooooo" from here. I kept my head down so not to see.

Immediately preceding this, my protector began clicking all sorts of buttons in a desperate attempt to regain control of the ship. His head then practically mad dashed around to where I was sorely getting up. "Are you ok?" I simply responded with a groan; more an annoyed groan than an agonizing one. He gazed forward. "Losing fuel," he stated while looking at the screen. Right after that he shut off all the lights on the dashboard and around us. Oh great; now it's dark on the ship too. Mando's helmet peered back at me and I blinked over at him. "Can I go back to bed now?"