"Wait. I know what to say now, I love you."

"Huh. Must be the truth serum talking."

"No. It's me. All me."

Hera put her hand on Kanan's face, then, they kissed and a few minutes later, Ezra and Sabine came up in an Imperial ship, thingy, of sorts. (I don't know what it's called) Then Pryce came up in an AT-AT walker and shot the fuel tank they were on. "Kanan!" Hera reached her hand out to him and ran towards him. He used the force to push her backwards. Hera watched as the love of her life forced her and the ship backwards and was burned to death. (I'm sorry, but this scene is vital to the rest of the story. I cried when writing this part, but like I said, it's vital.)

Hera woke from her dream. She was sweating and she felt a tear roll down her cheek. She hadn't had that dream in 10 years. Ever since the day Jacen was born. She got up. Got dressed. And headed into the gallery. Jacen was already eating some toast. Hera smiled to herself, 11 years old but Jacen could already cook eggs. "Morning Mom." Jacen had his mouth full so it's hard to make out what he said, but Hera understood the meaning. As Jacen looks up at her, his green eyes turn blue, and his bright green hair turns into a dark brown. "Ah-ah!" Hera jumps back and stares at his face. "K-K-Kanan?"

"Mom?" Jacen looks at her, confused. His face returns to normal. Hera reaches out and touches his face. "Mom. What are you doing?"

"Nothing Kan-Jacen. Nothing."

Hera walks out of the gallery and into Jacen's room. She pulls a key out of her pocket and unlocks a drawer. Out of it, she pulls a short  metal stick.

She clicks a button. A blue beam shoots out of it. She waves it around a bit. And as she turns it off, a face appears in front of her. Crooked nose, blue eyes under sharp brown eyebrows, with a curved jawline leading into a short goatee. His brown ponytail sways back and forth. The rest of his body appears. He opens his mouth; his voice clear and familiar.

"HERA! Hera hera."   Her name echoes around the room. "W-what do you want?"

"Mom?" Jacen jogs into his room, looking fearful.

At the sound of his voice, the ghost dissipates.

"Mom?"

Hera runs up to Jacen and hugs him, breathing heavily.

"Who was that?"

"No one. Just a nobody."