Who: Han Solo, probably Leia, open What: Arrival Where: The mountains, in the snow When: July 23rd
He couldn't remember much about coming through the portal, only that he'd hoped to get away from Jabba and had hoped Leia would follow. He was cold and shivering, having trouble keeping his body temperature constant, even before falling into the snow. It wasn't Tatooine, he knew that. Too cold. And no sand. Was he back on Hoth? Or some other world?
He couldn't see much at all at the moment, just brightness and too much light. His stomach churned as he tried to sit up, fighting the weakness from months of carbon freeze.
"Leia...?" he said, hoping she was nearby. His heart rate picked up when he heard no reply. He tried to get to his feet, but he could only manage a few seconds before his legs gave out. Instinct pushed him to move and get out of the cold, but his body didn't want to cooperate that much at the moment.
"Leia!"
Had they gotten to her before she could follow him? He felt even sicker at that thought, knowing what Jabba was capable of. He had bumped into something soft-ish nearby and he felt for it, not able to see, but wondering what it was. He was glad when his hands felt the blanket. He felt what he guessed were some food items and a container...water, maybe? But his stomach wouldn't let him even think of that stuff for the moment. He huddled under the blanket, cursing at the feeling of helplessness at his situation now.