The Force would find her, it would find her, she wouldn’t just vanish into the void, she wouldn’t just become nothing—or no one— Cold seized Orla, piercing her flesh, seemingly freezing her very bones. She wanted to hug herself against the brutal chill, but her arms no longer obeyed her commands. Her legs wouldn’t move. Nor her head and neck—she wanted to look down and see what had gripped her, but she couldn’t any longer. Her face became even whiter. Then gray as ash. She fell onto the floor, unable to move, ever again. The Force was silent, and nothing was left of Orla but fear.
