Chewie and R2D2

                  The door was locked.

                  Han Solo couldn't believe it. After they'd come all this way!

                  But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

                  Han had been eyeing this caper for a long while. I was struggling to write it all down and not make it obvious.

                  He caught me once. He asked me what I was doing. I said, “Just trying to get down all of the ongoing Star Wars saga.”

                  He laughed. “Star Wars? What's that?” Then he eyed me suspiciously.

                  “What's your story . . . ?”

                  “No, really,” he said, cocking his foot up on the bench where I was sitting at a jaunty angle. “I'm not suspicious or anything . . . ” He seemed to have let it drop for the most part, although he was still a little wary. “What do you . . . do there — ” nodding his head at my book, the way people do, when they try to address it as a “thing” like digging ditches.

                  “Well, I'm . . . Well, I'm — ” I started to stammer like all artistic types whose ideas are all over the place.

                  He just looked at me.

                  “I'm just, just . . . stowing cargo!” I said.

                  He laughed.

                  “Oh, I know all about that!” he said. It seemed an apt metaphor.

                  He scrutinized me again.

                  “Just be sure to give me credit . . . ”

                  The intercom blared. Chewie howled something.

                  “Good God!” Han said, taking his leave of me with a practiced swagger intended to get him up to the bridge at as fast a clip as possible.

                  We were on our way again!

                  Yippee.

                  “Chewie, I need you up here on the bridge,” Han said into the intercom once we'd arrived. I held my pen and notebook against my chest.

                  “Whee-woo-wooo-woo!” R2D2 gurgled through the line, instead. Han looked speechless.

                  “I can't understand what he's saying! Chewie!”

                  Then the ship got rocked like it just got hit by a giant asteroid, everything keeling over.

                  I lost my grip on my pen and notebook.

                  Things after that are kinda hazy.