His surroundings slowly came into focus. He was back in their room, in their apartment, in New York. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the bottom of his stomach. It seemed like only moments ago he'd been back on the Falcon. They'd been circling a dead planet, and -- But no. It couldn't be. People didn't have dreams about books they'd read months ago.
"What happened? Are you alright? Are the kids alright?"