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"Yeah, yeah," Solo answered, "I don't think the Empire designed it with aWookiee in mind." Leia walked in from the hold, taking her seat near Luke. "We're all set backthere." "Rrrwfr," said Chewie, hitting the first sequence of switches. He looked over atSolo, but Han was motionless, staring out the window at something. Chewie andLeia both followed his gaze to the object of his unyielding attention—the MillenniumFalcon. Leia gently nudged the pilot. "Hey, you awake up there?" "I just got a funny feeling," Han mused. "Like I'm not going to see her again."He thought of the times she'd saved him with her speed, of the times he'd saved withhis cunning, or his touch. He thought of the universe they'd seen together, of theshelter she'd given him; of the way he knew her, inside and out. Of the times they'dslept in each other's embrace, floating still as a quiet dream in the black silence ofdeep space.