"They're sentient and can communicate, then?" Luke asked, turning his head to look at Arha. She was now little more than a silhouette against the growing darkness. Soon enough his eyes would adjust to the nighttime; so for the present Luke stared up at the emerging stars, ones that he didn't know. Was it possible, he thought idly, that the galaxy containing his home was somewhere out in that void? Or was it completely separate from the real version of this place?

His head spun with those questions; and Luke sensed that if he weren't careful he could get into a very sticky place in philosophy and astronomy, and he really wasn't either, not even a philosopher. In any case, he didn't need the Force eddying around in his mind to know that soon enough he would have many more questions of greater import than this.