It was dark when she opened her eyes. Even though she remembered the planet was quite warm, she was shaking as if it was freezing. Then she coughed, over and over again. Her chest hurt awfully and she found it hard to breath. When she lay down again, she noticed Obi-Wan's worried eyes looking at her.
"Oh Sandra", he whispered, tears once again filling his eyes. "For a moment I thought… how are you feeling?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but no sound came. She swallowed and tried again.
"Water?" she whispered. He gave her a faint smile and handed her the bucket with a relieved sigh. She drank a few gulps before once again leaning back. Obi-Wan looked into the small fire he'd made while she was gone.
"We have to get you to a healer", he said, before running his fingers through his thick hair. "Blasters, what am I going to do?"
She shivered again and wrapped her cloak tighter around herself.
"You've managed to fix the communicator?"
"No", he answered. "There are some parts needed and they're destroyed."
Sandra nodded, carefully placing her head in his knee.
"I was afraid that would be your answer", she whispered. She felt him stroke her hair, and she closed her eyes.
"Don't worry", he whispered. "They'll find us, I'm sure."
She nodded and slowly opened her eyes once again.
"What about the pilots?" she asked. He slowly shook his head.
"I've put salves on their wounds and bandaged them, but it won't hold for long", he said. She turned so that she could face him.
"Then you'll have to find a healer for them", she said. He shook his head and looked frustrated.
"It's not possible! This whole planet is desert, except for that man!"
She nodded slightly and sighed.
"I know."
Obi-Wan continued to stroke her hair, before he suddenly placed her on the ground again and rose.
"Sandra, don't ships have a reserve communicator?" he asked. She wrinkled her forehead.
"I guess they should have one, but it should've been in the cockpit and we both now it was almost completely destroyed."
He gave her a meaning look.
"You need to have hope, right?"
She smiled as she saw him disappear into the wreck, hoping that he would find what they wanted. But her hope went away when she saw his bitter face while he was walking back to her.
"You were right", he said. She nodded and groaned.
"Blasters!"
Then they both heard one of the pilots move and make a sound. Obi-Wan looked up.
"I believe one of the pilots wants to say something", he said and wrinkled his forehead. Sandra dragged herself up on her elbows.
"Go and check", she ordered him. He nodded and walked away once again.
As he sat down next to the pilot, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe the other man had a solution. The pilot looked up at him, coughing.
"Comm-uni-cat-or", he whispered.
"What's with it?" Obi-Wan asked. The pilot put down his trembling fingers in his pocket and pulled up a small device. As he handed it to Obi-Wan, he smiled reassuringly. The next moment he fell back on the ground and stopped breathing.
"Hello? Sir?"
Obi-Wan carefully shook the pilot. He heard Sandra's voice behind him.
"What is it?"
"He gave me something", Obi-Wan answered. "And he said something about the communicator, so it should be some kind of a spare part, I guess."
Sandra wrinkled her forehead as he got closer.
"May I have a look?"
He nodded and handed her the piece of metal. She turned it in her hands.
"I've never seen anything like it before", she said slowly, sliding her hand over the softer side of the piece. Immediately a blue picture glimmered before it.
"A screen?" Obi-Wan said, surprised.
"I'd rather call it a hologram sender, but of a type we've not seen before", Sandra said, smiling. "Though, the contact is quite bad."