INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER
Threepio stands in a hallway, somewhat bewildered. Artoo is nowhere in sight. The pitiful screams of the doomed Rebel soldiers can be heard in the distance.
Artoo! Artoo-Detoo, where are you?
A familiar clanking sound attacks Threepio’s attention and he spots little Artoo at the end of the hallway in a smoke-
filled alcove. A beautiful young girl (about sixteen years old) stands in front of Artoo. Surreal and out of place, dreamlike and half hidden in the smoke, she finishes adjusting something on Artoo’s computer face, then watches as the little robot joins his companion.
At last! Where have you been?