(Emma pov)

Hera leads me to a small room. It has two bunks and plenty of storage space.
"Here it is. You can have the top bunk," Hera says. "Emma, would you like some different clothes? Yours are a little bit worn."
I look down at my simple blue shirt and my navy pants. Both are ripped in places and have faded stains.
"Well....Okay." I agree.
Hera opens a closet and digs around in it. "Sabine and Jessie, our old crew member, had some extra clothes in here....Here, try this." She hands me some new black pants and a indigo shirt, as well as a belt with a holster. "We can get you some weapons later."
"Thank you," I tell her, then slip into the closet to change. The shirt and pants fit me perfectly, and Hera smiles when I come back out. I strap the holster belt around my waist.
"Lovely. Here, also." Hera hands me some shoulder armour and a comlink. I slide on the armour and tighten it, then I place the comlink on my belt.
"You can use the comlink whenever you need us. And the armour is just for some extra protection. Tomorrow, we'll go into the black market and pick up a blaster for you. Is that okay?" Hera asks.
I hug her, surprising her. "Thank you so much. For everything."
She hugs me back. "You're welcome. Now, get some sleep."
She walks out and I climb into the top bunk. I fall asleep almost immediately, and dream.

Dream/Vision:

I see Ezra. We're in a dark room. I run towards him. "Ezra!"
Then I see a blonde girl beside him. She kisses him, and I stop short. "Ezra?" I don't have feelings for him. Do I?
He breaks away from the girl and turns to me. His eyes are cold and yellow.
"Ezra!" I yell.
He activates a red lightsaber and begins to walk towards me. I run away in fear, but he corners me and raises the lightsaber.
"EZRA!!" I scream.

"EZRA!!" I scream. I sit upright, about to scream again. Ezra is leaning over me, worry in his, thankfully, BLUE eyes.
"Ezra!" I wrap him in a hug, crying.
"Emma, what happened?" He asks softly.
"You were evil, and you had a red lightsaber, and you-" I stop. I'm not telling him about that girl kissing him, and how weird that made me feel. "-You, uh, had yellow eyes."
"I'm okay, Em. I'm okay." He says into my hair. "I'm alright."
After a few minutes of me sobbing into his shoulder and him whispering that it was all okay, he leaves and I go back to sleep. But first, I stare at the ceiling and ask myself a very important question: Am I in love with Ezra Bridger?