Luke has another nightmarish vision and has no answers about what to do about them.
Leia felt it wasn't wise to leave her brother alone under the circumstances.
She donned a light, white night gown, then she returned to the den. Luke sat on the couch reading Ben's journal.
She brushed out her long brown hair. It fell down around her shoulders to her mid-back, framing her oval face. Looking at her was like looking at their mother.
Sadness filled his heart, tears sprung fresh to his eyes. He'd never know his mother. She was dead.
He looked away, but Leia didn't know why he tried to disguise how he felt. Didn't he know he couldn't hide his emotions from her?
She sat down in the antique chair across from him. "Luke, when was the last time you slept?"
His lips wrinkled into a frown. "Who has time to sleep?"
He sounded just like Han. She shot him a disapproving look. "Alright fly boy," she said dragging him out of his seat. "I'm taking you to bed."
"Leia," he said, his rumbling inflection suggesting he didn't need sleep.
"Now you listen to me," she said taking that authoritative princess stance he knew so well. "Even a Jedi needs to sleep."
He sighed. There was no winning this argument, so he let her escort him into his room.
"Do I need to tuck you in?" she said, a cynical note in her voice, as she watched him standing by his bed.
"I'll be fine," he managed a small smile.
She didn't doubt that. "Good night, Luke," she said kissing his cheek as she drifted out of the room. "Get some sleep."
Did she know what she was asking? He sighed. He supposed he should try to get some sleep.
His hands folded neatly over his utility belt, he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. Quiet was all around him and he felt one with it. Without intending to, he'd transcended into a different world.
Fragmented recollections fluttered before him. He was a young man racing around in his speeder on his aunt and uncle's farm on Tatooine. They were isolated living on the desert planet, but he was pretty much isolated anyway. He had a few friends -- Biggs and Tank -- but he kept to himself, tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on and bulls-eyeing womp rats in his T-16.
He had always wanted to be a pilot even though his uncle had done something many a time to keep him on Tatooine. His uncle believed that one should never get involved because there was work to do.
But, boy, had he gotten involved. He'd stumbled across a message from a kidnapped princess inside R2. The droid claimed the message was for "Obi-Wan Kenobi." The only Kenobi he knew was old Ben, who his uncle called a crazy old wizard, and he lived out beyond the Dune Sea.
Well, that droid ended up causing him a lot of trouble. He ran away, and Luke came face to face with his destiny -- "You must learn the ways of the Force if you are to come with me to Alderaan." Little did he know learning the ways of the Force meant watching many of his friends and his mentors die and watching the ones he loved -- Han and Leia -- suffer at his expense.
So he'd gone on an adventure to rescue the princess and join the Rebel Alliance. But that wasn't all. He went to Dagobah to train under Jedi Master Yoda. He discovered becoming a Jedi meant he had to kill his father and his Emperor. And he didn't really do that. So did that mean he wasn't really a Jedi?
His negative thoughts dissolved into a mist. Trisha, clad in a tight black dress suit, stood posed by a large, gray metal door. She was there, and then she disappeared swallowed by the haze.
Excruciating pain ripped through his body. He gritted his teeth.
Maniacal laughter echoed through his mind. "If you love her, come get her, Jedi."
"Trisha," he screamed in agony.
"Luke," Leia said with concern sitting beside him. "Are you okay?"
His heart pounded in his chest. He tried to slow down his breathing. His gloved hand wiped across his forehead covered in sweat. He was shaking like a leaf.
Her hand gripped his shoulder to steady him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
He slowly lowered his hand. Concern whirled in his eyes. "I -- ," he gulped down his breathes. "-- I had a vision like the one I had on Dagobah."
It must have been horrible for him. He had told her about the vision he'd had of her and Han being tortured by Vader on Bespin before they'd went to rescue Han on Tatooine.
"Luke," she said, her knuckles rubbing against his arm. "Is Trisha okay?"
"I don't know," he murmured, knowing the future was always in motion.
Leia buffered her brother with her loving, supportive presence. "Does she know?" She said referring to Trisha's future.
"I don't know."
His honesty surprised her. She didn't quite understand how her brother didn't know if Trisha knew her future. There had to be a reason he didn't know.
She looked at him. "What are you going to do?"
Emotion deeply etched on his face, he repeated, "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Leia searched his face.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, rising to his feet. "I don't know."
She came up behind him. "Can't you do something?"
He whirled on her. "I went to Bespin to rescue you; you had to rescue me."
She swallowed hard. "Just because that happened before doesn't mean it'll happen again."
He wore a dark expression. "How would you know?”
"Things are different now." Her fingers wrapped around his wrist. "If anyone can do something, it's you, Luke."
He sighed, "It's not that easy."
She glared at him. "Come on, Luke, it's not like you're rushing off unprepared. You can help her."
He slowly sank down on the bed. His right gloved hand covered his face. "Something's not right."
She sat down beside him. "It worries me when you say things like that."
He held her gaze. "Me too."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know," he said quietly trying to sort through the feelings crashing over him.