The Grey Area

Part Four : Canto Bight

CANTO BIGHT - BEDROOM - NIGHT

I didn't see any light, or cliffs or talking trees. The mental road trip with Master Skywalker, had nothing to show for it.

Reliving the pain that ultimately made me pass out. I awoke with a gasp and near paralyzed neck.

I scrubbed clean in the sink, getting as close to the open wounds as I could without disturbing them too much. My hands shook from the pain, and were even swollen. I had the perfect dress to wear that would cover my hands: it was made with built in gloves. A design flaw that made it useless in my closet. If I cut out the very top of the fingertips, I should be able to carry on with business. If my visions were back, that is.

The dress also had a low back. I could undo my braids to hide my neck... Such a severe appearance change could raise alarm. I could chalk it up to wanting to reinvent myself, I guess.

Like clock work, the second I ready, there was a knock on my door. I opened it, and the Droid nearly fried a circuit.

"Relax. It's me. My hair is just down."

The visions were back and as clear as before. Only, seemingly less so after my bout with seeing in real time yesterday. This made for a rather pleasant first half of the day at work.

I took lunch in my room. I locked the door and shoved every piece of furniture against my door. I knelt down on the floor, placing my fingertips on the wood.

I was alone. I went to the plank that was slightly lifted from yesterday, and pulled everything from the little cavity. A stack of units and two notebooks. Just two?

I felt around the opening. Wadded up fabric, I must've pulled five different pieces of clothes. Under that, was just dirt. The hole was empty. I shook out the clothes and felt each piece. It was the outfit I came here in. I changed out of the dress and into the trousers, shirt, jacket and scarf. I tied my hair back and wrapped the scarf around me to hang like a cowl.

I shoved the stack of units in one pocket and as much food from my cupboard in the other pocket as I could. I tucked the notebooks under my arm and felt around the floor for the gem.

He didn't take it, did he? I drew in a sharp breath as my palms laid on the floor. I focused on the throbbing and watched as waves emitted from my hands. The waves crashed into my furniture, and swarmed around a small circular object in the corner.

Found you.

I got up and tiptoed to the gem, scared I might cause it to combust. I knelt down and poked at up until I realized it was wrapped in fabric. Crisp, new fabric.

I have to cover my eyes. Their ice coloring would give me away. I think there were goggles in the Fathier enclosures from my encounter with the First Order. Hopefully they were still there.

I put the furniture back to normal. Hiding the dress and zappers under the floor board. I pressed my ear to the door. Silence. I took a deep breath, and opened the door, shutting it ever so quietly.

Once at the enclosures entrance, I knelt down to feel if anyone were in there. Just the animals. I felt around the crates until I found the goggles. I put them on and knelt down to find the exit to the field.

I walked out and could hear a ship gearing up to take off. Since the field was essentially a bowl, I couldn't pinpoint where the ship was. It was overwhelmingly loud in every direction. I crouched down again, the ship was across from me, a sort of blacked out triangle.

Do I take over the ship or stow away? What do I say? Where am I going? How did I convince myself everything was fine when I didn't think of an actual plan?

"Kid." His voice canceled out the ship. "I told you be patient!"