And it's all flailing limbs at the front line / Every single one of us is twisted by design / And dispatches from the back of my mind / Say as long as we're here everything is alright

- "You! Me! Dancing!" by Los Campesinos!

It took a while, but finally, Han had finally finished lecturing Luke on the countless flaws of the green apple Skittle and how it completely ruins the entire pack. Luke nodded along, not entirely paying attention, but promised to never purchase original Skittles until lime returned in place of green apple. By this time, the sun had set, and it was getting dark.

Han tossed Luke a blanket. "Get some sleep; we've got a long day of driving tomorrow." He then poured Chewie some water and food and laid out some blankets for him and the dog. "Oh, and toss me the beef jerky, will you? You better not have gotten peppered instead of teriyaki."

Luke tossed him the beef jerky and the Dr. Pepper just so he wouldn't have to get it out later, then started to munch on his Cheez-its. After finishing his meager dinner, he gathered up part of the blanket into a makeshift pillow and lay down for the night. As he tried to get comfortable on the hard ground, he heard a strange growling noise coming from somewhere nearby. Luke froze in fear, unsure where it was coming from. He slowly rose to a sitting position, trying not to make any sudden movements, and scanned the area. Finally, he discovered the source of the sound - Han was snoring, louder than Luke had ever heard anyone snore. He calmed down and tried to get comfortable again when his phone started to ring. It was Biggs.

"Hey dude," he said as he picked up the phone. "Sorry it's been a wild day. I, uh, I don't really know what's happening."

"Yeah, I heard about your aunt and uncle," Biggs replied. "It's fucked up. I'm so sorry."

"Thanks."

"Where are you though? You said you're leaving town? Why the hell are you doing that?"

"I, um, I'm at some lake northwest of town. A guy picked me up, I'm chilling with him and his dog."

"Some guy and his dog? Why are you risking your life like that? Why didn't you stay here?" Biggs asked, bewildered.

"I don't know!" Luke yelled.

A silence fell for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry for yelling, I'm sorry, I just don't know what's happening and I don't know what to do and I need to get away. I can't handle it anymore. I can't be reminded of Lars and Beru, I don't know where I'd stay, I can't handle responsibility right now. I just needed to leave."

"Oh," Biggs responded.

"I'm sorry. I care about you, Biggs, I really do, and I really value our friendship. I just need to do this for me."

"I understand. Stay safe. Check in every few days, okay?"

"Will do. Love you dude."

"Love you too."

Luke hung up.

He nestled in his blankets and hugged himself, trying to hold in tears. There was so much going on, and he had so many conflicting emotions. He didn't know what to do. I guess I'll just figure it out when I get to San Diego, he thought. I can't exactly turn around now; maybe, just maybe, when we get there everything will be okay. He looked over at Han again and realized that the snoring had stopped.

AN: Thanks for reading again! Sorry for the short chapter, I'm hoping to get back into more of a rhythm! Let me know what you think!