A week? That's it? It's been almost six months for us. Even Luke was worried, and Chewie's been frantic. ...so have I.
Look, I'm sorry, flyboy. I know you wouldn't really have run off, not then, and certainly not without taking Chewie with you. We've just all been confused and overwhelmed, plus we didn't know where to start looking for you. And now I have no idea where I am either. Where are we? There are a lot of people calling me Princess, but I'm pretty sure they don't actually know who I am.