[As Leia tells her story, Stan's poker face falters. Of all the things that ever happened to him, he's never had to fear space itself, but he feels a chill run down his spine at the way she says the word cold, and an icy stone settles in the pit of his stomach.

She could have died, and he would never have met her, and he would never have known what he was missing.

His hand feels cold when she reaches over and takes it, and it trembles before he squeezes her hand back.]

...Sure beats the hell out of any story I could tell ya.

[It sounds like something out of a sci-fi story, it doesn't even sound real.

He keeps hold of her hand, because she is real, at least.]

It may be pretty low on your list of fears, but losing you's gotten pretty high on mine. [He kisses her knuckles.]