I stretched my arms and opened my eyes. The sun was pouring into the small hut and I smiled.

It's warm!

I took off my jacket, revealing my plain white short sleeve t-shirt underneath, and then slipped on my boots and gloves before walking outside. "Han?" I asked, my voice still sounding very sick. "Han?" I asked again, walking around the outside of the hut. I glanced down at the dead tauntaun and shuttered. That could have been Han in that dream.

I plopped down onto the snow and roughly took off my gloves. Why do you even care what he thinks? He's Han Solo! Why have you been so nice to him?

No.

The real question is why has he been so nice to you?

I sighed and leaned my head back against the side of the snow hut. I coughed a painful cough and then sighed again.

It's because he admitted that he cared about me. "Han!" I croaked, and then coughed again. I threw my gloves down onto the ground and then walked into the hut. As I approached where my sleeping bag was, neatly laid out and a blanket on top of it, I noticed a small note.

Curiously, I picked it up and glanced at it.

It was a note from Han.

Your Worship-

Stupid General Whats-his-face called and said that the motors were actin up and that they wouldn't be out for more than 3 days. Stupid general. Anyway, if ya wonderin why I'm gone, it's cause ya started to scream last night, and ya were sweating like that crazy kid when he tries to think before he acts. I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna be gone. I'm gettin ya some medicine. There's this special plant that is only found in the cave bout a mile or so out from our campsite. I'm just gonna walk there, hell, I don't have anything else. Now princess? Please don't do anything stupid. Oh, and don't die.

-Han

p.s. I made ya tea.

NO!

My…my dream!

"HAN!!" My throat croaked. I grabbed my parka and put it on before rummaging through Han's bags.

Data chip…random part from the Falcon…picture of Chewie…ration bars…empty blue box…crumpled up paper…another random part from the Falcon…comlink…bag with herbs…more paper…some device…a sock…gum…a note.

A note.

I opened it up and the top heading said: Dear Lovely Leia.

That should be interesting.

I shoved it into my pocket and then started looked back in his bag.

A hydro spanner…pen…flashlight...a red button on a black rectangle...

Wait, a red button?

I pulled out the little device and gazed curiously at it. I then pushed it. There was a loud rumbling and my body began to vibrate. I tried to desperately hang onto something, but there was nothing to hang onto. "HELP!" I croaked.

Then the rumbling stopped. I dropped the red button thing into Han's bag and then stepped outside.

"Whoa." I said when I spotted the mini jet board.

Well, at least that's what I think it was. Actually, I didn't really care, as long as it got me to Han. I ran in and grabbed Han's bag and then was about to run out of the hut and get onto the board when I stopped and turned around.

Something shiny had caught my eye.

I ran back towards my 'bed' and grabbed the necklace that Han had given me. I quickly put it around my neck and then sat down onto the board outside. I put on my gloves and then pressed the green button that was on the front of the board. It started to zip forward, and I fell down on my stomach, gripping the board as tight as I could.

I didn't know where I was going, or what I was doing, but I knew one thing.

You can't hide it anymore, Organa.

Ugh.

I love Han Solo.