INT. ORRON III -- DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD/NASHIRA'S BEDROOM -- EVENING
Curled up nude under the covers, Nashira lies asleep on the right side of her bed. Her face serene in slumber, she unconsciously reaches out to the left side of her bed; when she finds nothing there, her eyes slowly slide open.
NASHIRA: Nik?
Taking care to keep her breasts covered against the slight night chill of the room, 'Shira sits up in bed. Before the open door of the bedroom, clad only in a pair of boxer briefs, stands Anakin, stock-still with his back turned to his girlfriend.
NASHIRA: Anakin, what are you doing? Come back to bed.
Slowly, Nik turns to face 'Shira. His eyes, dark and wet with shed tears, burn straight through into her soul.
ANAKIN: (voice breaking) Nashira -- don't follow me.
Turning back away from her, the young Jedi steps out of the bedroom.
NASHIRA: (alarmed) Anakin, what's wrong? Wait!
Rising from her bed, 'Shira quickly slips on her robe and follows her lover out of the door.
EXT. DESOLATE WORLD -- DAY (DREAM)
Stepping through the door, Nashira suddenly finds herself standing on an alien world; the surface is a dried up river bed, the sky dim brown with swirling dust. Anakin stands before her, now clad in black robes and armour, his handsome face livid with rage.
ANAKIN: (angry) I told you not to follow me! Why didn't you listen to me, Nashira?! Why?!
In fear of her lover, 'Shira turns around to retreat back through the doorway. Unfortunately for her, it has disappeared, replaced by a WOMAN. Dressed in robes of vermilion and aureolin, her long, jet-black hair beaded with precious gemstones, the woman is humanoid, with bright red skin, a pair of short facial tentacles dangling from her cheeks, and a slight simian cast to her facial features; she is a lovely creature, though not in a conventional sense.
NASHIRA: Who are you?
The woman refuses to answer. Before 'Shira can repeat her question, several vines suddenly erupt from the ground around the girl. Entangling her before she can escape, they seize her in an unbreakable hold and pull her down to her knees before the strange woman.
RED-SKINNED WOMAN: I am the past.
Raising a single arm, the humanoid woman points at Anakin.
RED-SKINNED WOMAN: (cont'd) He is the future.
The vines realign themselves, turning 'Shira around to face Anakin. Anakin, though, is no longer Anakin; he has been transformed into a petrifyingly hideous TRANDOSHAN-WOOKIEE HYBRID.
As Nashira releases a bloodcurdling SCREAM, the creature that was once Anakin reaches to the lightsaber hanging from its belt and unclips it. Engaging a blade with a corona of mixed indigo and red-violet, it brings the weapon down on 'Shira's head, splitting her right down the centre.
INT. ORRON III -- DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD/NASHIRA'S BEDROOM -- EVENING
With a cry, Nashira bolts upright in bed. Breathing and sweating heavily, she turns to her right; beside her, fast asleep and snoring lightly, is a very Human Anakin.
ANAKIN: (mumbling) If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat ...?
Slowly, cautiously, 'Shira lies back down. She remains wide awake, though, her eyes fixed open, unblinking.