The Park, Thursday evening
Leia sat on a bench near the pond, idly throwing breadcrumbs for the ducks. She'd dreamed of her mother again that morning, mostly vague impressions of her face, an echo of her voice. It should've been impossible for her to have memories of her mother, but somehow she did. The holos Luke had shown her also flitted through her dreams, and she saw Padmé young and happy, and also quiet and determined. She kept hearing the voice saying if you dream them, they will come. Was it really possible? She'd just wait here and see.