The deep hum of power drifted through dim passageways of the Millennium Falcon. On the last night of the trip, Luke went to bed early to get a good night's rest. For hours, his sleep was peaceful.
Then somebody screamed.
Luke eyes flew open in crisp awareness, but no part of his body moved. The darkened ship droned through the stars with no other sound. His eyes looked up the corridor as far as he could see and found no movement. His senses checked out to everyone onboard, everyone still in bed, the droids shut down in the cargo bay. Chewie was still playing cards in the cockpit as though he hadn't heard a thing. Nothing was out of place.
Luke slowly pushed himself to sit up. He wondered if he had dreamt it.
The scream came again, a blood-curdling cry. It was a woman's voice, a despera
