It wasn't long before Faan'tina had curled up on the bed and fallen asleep. Her mind continued to process and relay the past night while she slept. Faan'tina's dreams were populated with faceless cloaked men and various silhouettes dancing to a pounding tune. Faan'tina floated in mid air above the streets of Coruscant, flying weightlessly.
While she wasn't paying attention, a speeder slammed into her, causing her to spin off to the side. One of the cloaked men was standing on a platform behind her, trying to reach her, his blaster wielding hands outstretched. He was running surrealistically slowly, and couldn't move beyond the edge of the landing pad. Faan'tina flew over and waved a green hand in front of his face, but he didn't even notice her.
While she wasn't paying attention, a speeder slammed into her, causing her to spin off to the side. One of the cloaked men was standing on a platform behind her, trying to reach her, his blaster wielding hands outstretched. He was running surrealistically slowly, and couldn't move beyond the edge of the landing pad. Faan'tina flew over and waved a green hand in front of his face, but he didn't even notice her.