Nighthawks Hopper

now, so alone. So distant. She almost couldn't felt his hand in hers."What is it, Luke?" He looked down at their intertwined fingers. "Leia…do you remember yourmother? Your real mother?" The question took her totally by surprise. She'd always felt so close to heradopted parents, it was as if they were her real parents. She almost never thought ofher real mother—that was like a dream. Yet now Luke's question made her start. Flashes from her infancy assaultedher—distorted visions of running…a beautiful woman…hiding in a trunk. Thefragments suddenly threatened to flood her with emotion. "Yes," she said, pausing to regain her composure. "Just a little bit. She diedwhen I was very young." "What do you remember?" he pressed. "Tell me."