Lily's POV

I walked down into the hanger, the sound of engines pricing the air. I sighed as an astromech zipped by me, nearly taking me with it. I searched the hanger, thinking; Bay 24, where are you...? There!

When I reached the ship, two people stood, waiting. Their was a man, and a boy who looked about my age. The man spoke first.

"I'm Qui Gon Jinn, and this is my padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi." As I shook hands with Obi-Wan, I felt something....like I knew him from somewhere...

We entered the ship and I sat down next to Obi-Wan. Again I felt the inkling I knew him from somewhere....but where?

I excused myself, and subconsciously wandered to the engine. I stared at it, and was plunged into memories.

My father sat with me, my tiny five year old self on his knee. He pointed at the many engines around the room.
"This one belongs to a N1-35. And this one to a 7Y-16." I could almost smell the oil grease on his overalls. Almost.

Suddenly, a vision filled my mind. The shop, burned, the charred corpses of my parents lying in the ashes. Two men in white armor stood by the sight.
"The Jedi is not with her parents," one said. "Let's move out."

I stumbled back as the vision subsided. It was so vivid...and a dream, I reminded myself. The fumes from the engine where getting to me. I touched my face and felt a tear. I quickly wiped it away. Tears were weakness. And weakness made the visions worse. It let the visions win.