The blond girl in the pigtails would be the first she might meet. Under her feet - daylit sidewalk. Over her head, dark clouded night. And around her on all sides but the left - Where Leia came to her from - tight close in walls. Her wrists glittered with broken shackles, bits of chains around her feet, broken and inert. On her back were two wings. The feathery white wing was high and tight to her back, the small black bat wing was broken and listed, pressed against the wall behind her. There was on either of her shoulders what looked like an angel and a devil the size of her hands. The girl's eyes were closed as she sang a deep and haunting melody. The sing seemed to flow along around her, illuminating her in a soft glow of whiteish gold light.