Sabine woke with a start.  Her breaths were rapid and her forehead was drenched in sweat as she sat up, still wrapped in the soft covers of her bed.  The blood rushed to her head, and it took her a few seconds to figure out what had happened.  She scanned her surroundings, and even in the dull light of the night she could tell that she was in her room on Lothal, inside an apartments within one of the many high-rises.  Through the open door of her bedroom, she could see into the living area and out at the distant view of Capital City outside her window.  The night was long, and sky cars whizzed past outside, the vague sounds of their engines engulfing the silence.  The Mandalorian had experienced another nightmare, it was not the first. 

For the past two weeks, Sabine had been unable to get to sleep without experiencing bad dreams, and they were always the same.  For some unknown reason, they all centred on a particular person, someone she had lost years ago.  But it made no sense to her, why was she getting these dreams now? He had long since been lost, with no sign of his return, and even now it stung to think of him.  Sabine tried to empty her mind of the nightmare, tossing the covers away and swinging her legs over the side of the bed in a swift movement.  She reached towards a nearby nightstand and retrieved a glass of water, gulping it down while closing her eyes.

It was strange though, all of the dreams focused around the final events in the Battle for Lothal.  She had repeatedly seen the arrival of the purgills, watched as Thrawn's star destroyer disappeared into nothingness and witnessed her friend's hologram message after the battle was over.  But at the end of every nightmare, she would hear a voice.  Ezra's voice.  He would only say one thing, the same thing every time.  He would say:
"Sabine..."

The Mandalorian took a deep breath and shook her head, placing the glass back on her nightstand and slowly standing up.  She knew she would not sleep again tonight.  With slow and heavy steps, she left her bedroom and entered the main living chamber, gently pressing a button on the wall which caused the blinds on the windows to disperse.  After all those years of seeing Lothal under the Empire's grip, she still could not get used to seeing it prospering, free.  Ezra would be proud.  Never had Sabine met another like Ezra, so immature and childish, with his goofy grin, but then so passionate about those he cared for.  By the end, he truly did embody a Jedi. 

Sabine glanced around at her dark apartment, and could not help but smile contentedly.  Her new home was certainly luxurious, and she had her old friend, Hera Syndulla, to thank for that.  Hera, being a general of the Rebellion, had a large amount of influence within the Alliance, and when Sabine had said that she wanted to remain on Lothal and look after the planet that Ezra loved so much, the pilot was sure to make sure that she was comfortable.  But all of that comfort still couldn't result in a good night's sleep.  Only one thing ever managed to take her mind off night terrors, some midnight training in the open air.  But she could not go outside in her current outfit, a thin black bodysuit that stretched perfectly around her thin body.  She had to get changed.

With a tired yawn, Sabine entered the apartment's bathroom, her eyes wincing as the bright white lights automatically activated with a glare.  She really needed to deactivate that motion sensor, it was starting to get on her nerves.  A full length mirror stood before her, and she stared at herself for a moment, taking in her appearance.  She had, once again, changed her looks following the Rebellion's victory at the Battle of Endor.  Now she had very shortly trimmed hair with a dark purple colour, she felt like a change of style as well as colour would give her a breath of fresh air.  And she was always one to experiment.  After a few seconds of standing idly, lost in her own thoughts, Sabine shook herself free and reached her hand into the shower bay, twisting it on.  A cold shower would wake her up enough to do some training.

Sabine moved her hand behind her back, fumbling with a zip before tugging it downwards and stepping out of her bodysuit, hanging the thin material on a nearby hook.  She stepped into the shower, and gasped a little with shock as the cold water soaked her skin.  After a few seconds of shivering, her hands clamped around her elbows, she took a breath and ran her fingers through her short hair.  Her eyes closed, and she thought back to her dream, what could it all mean? Ezra had meant everything to her, back in the day.  Not that she'd ever had said this to him, he didn't need an ego boost.  But he was like a brother, friend and essentially soulmate all in one.  They had been the same age, experienced the same struggles and seemed to fit together in personality like two pieces of a jigsaw.  Sabine had never been very good at handling emotions, but her mood following Ezra's disappearance was simple enough for even her to decipher.  Despair.

A twenty minute shower was long for her, usually she was in and out, especially with the cold water, but the memories that had come flooding back under the torrents ended up distracting her.  When she finally stepped out, her copper skin was dripping, causing her to grab a nearby white towel and wrap it around herself.  Once again, she approached the mirror and stared at herself in the towel.  Most people would be considering their appearance or some other menial thought at this point, Sabine was simply concerned with painting this towel in an array of colours so that it wasn't so dull.  Perhaps a mixture of fiery reds and oranges, with yellow mixed in, could create a contrast between the towel and the water.  A small smile formed on her face at the possibilities, before she exited the bathroom and took another glance at the window.  Lothal was a changed place now, the city had undergone a drastic alteration and as someone who had witnessed it under the Empire's grasp, Sabine could truly appreciate the efforts made to forget such a dark time.

A few minutes passed, and Sabine was ready to take her mind off things.  She was now wearing her full Mandalorian armour, which had also undergone a remodel after the recent victory.  She had mixed a basic grey colour with dark red, and a multitude of blues and yellows to create an entirely new and unique design.  She held her helmet beneath her arm, and made sure that her westar blasters were properly holstered.  Nodding in satisfaction, she made her way out of her apartment, making sure to lock it behind her, before entering a nearby elevator.  In the centre of Capital City, there was only one place where Sabine could practice in any level of peace.  The elevator shot upwards, and within a minute had carried her up onto the roof of the high-rise.  She strolled out and sighed in tranquillity as the low breeze ruffled through her short hair.  After a few moments of simply taking in the atmosphere, the Mandalorian took a deep breath and began to set about her task.

Moments passed by, and Sabine set up a series of metal targets along the edge of the roof, positioning herself on the opposite side of it.  The targets had obviously been used many times, with black smouldering burn marks imprinted on them before Sabine even started that night's training.  Physical activity like painting or honing her skills had always been Sabine's way of forgetting troubles, it always worked.  With recent victories, it was unlikely that she would been in a position where she would have to fight anytime soon, but she had maintained her training nonetheless.  Her aim had only improved over the years, and she could now guarantee that if she was to encounter a patrol of stormtroopers for instance, she would be able to defeat them all within seconds.  With a breath, she began firing at the targets for what felt like the thousandth time, entering a trance like state.  She found it almost sad that the art of combat had become so familiar to her, she was a Mandalorian and thus was destined to become a warrior, but now it was almost as if she had become desensitised to it all.  If only she had someone to talk to about her thoughts, but everyone was gone now.  Zeb had returned to his people, the pair of them separated by stars and nebulae.  Hera was busy raising Jacen, and enjoying a well-earned break from war.  Sabine had no idea where Rex was, no doubt still aiding the Rebellion as it mopped up the remnants of the Empire.  Apparently there was a large operation being prepared near some planet called Jakku as far as Sabine could tell from the snippets of rebel intelligence she still received.  Whatever was going on, she doubted the Empire would live on for much longer, its time had well and truly passed.  

By the time Sabine had decided to finish with her training, day was fast approaching and she could tell that the sun would soon rise.  With a sigh, she packed away the targets and prepared to enter the elevator once more.  But as she stood in front of it, she heard a rather odd noise.  There was something on the wind, an unusual sound.  The Mandalorian frowned and stepped towards the edge of the rooftop, listening intently as the wind whistled past her ears.  Several seconds of silence were followed by an unmistakable voice.
"Sabine..." the voice echoed quietly in the breeze.

It was like a distant ghostly voice, or some form of hallucination, but it was definitely there.  Sabine was beginning to become scared, it was once Ezra's voice, she would know it anywhere.  But why did he keep calling to her? It seemed more realistic to her that she was dreaming, or in some way going mad, but the force worked in mysterious ways, and towards the end of his journey Ezra had become particularly attuned to the force.  Sabine remembered back to the loth-wolves, and the deep connection that her friend had shared with them in the final days of the war for Lothal.  Perhaps she was not losing her sanity after all, but if that was the case, what exactly was this voice beckoning her to do? When the voice echoed once again, Sabine snapped and responded in kind.
"What?! What am I supposed to do?! Just tell me!" she shouted at nobody in particular.  If anybody had been watching, they would most certainly have agreed with the notion that she was going mad.  But, as her shoulders slumped and her heart sank, the voice suddenly answered.
"Find me..." the voice whispered.  At this point, a look of shock appeared on Sabine's face.  This was the first time that these visions of Ezra had been anything more than dreams in the night, now, it was like he was communicating with her, across the galaxy.  But 'finding him', how could she accomplish such a task? The last she saw of him, he disappeared into the beyond, never to be seen again, and that was years ago.  She needed to think, she needed somewhere calm.  And then an idea entered her head, she knew just the place where she could let her thoughts run.

After Lothal had been freed from the Empire, the people found themselves eternally grateful to the rebels who had sacrificed so much for them.  As one sign of thanks, a community project was designed where people came together to construct a sort of shrine to the crew of the Ghost.  It was built into one of the many rock spires in the fields that surrounded Capital City, and was essentially a huge cave painting with visuals of all of the crew.  Sabine had overseen the image itself, of course, making sure that it was up to her standards.  And it truly was, the colours brought each character to life.  Every time she saw the painting, she felt as if she was living the past, seeing her old friends who had either moved on or passed away.  She missed them all.  Hera, Kanan, Zeb, even Chopper in a way, but Ezra most of all.  Her finger ran along his face on the painting, and she smiled at his orange outfit, and at the white loth-cat sat on his shoulder.  He truly was a character.  But as she admired the picture of her old friends, she could almost sense a presence behind her, and with a slow movement, she turned to face the cave entrance.  The sun was now rising, and the dawn shone through, illuminating the painting in full glory.  Stood there, wrapped in a grey cloak with a staff in her hands was a ghost from the past, a friend who Sabine had thought dead for a long time now, Ahsoka Tano.  Sabine should have laughed with joy, gasped with shock or shouted with betrayal at only now finding out that Ahsoka was alive.  But instead, all she could do was smile enigmatically.  Ahsoka was here for the same reason, she could sense it.  And as Sabine silently approached the Clone Wars veteran, she knew that this was the beginning of a whole new adventure.  Ezra was out there, and it was time to bring him home...