She has to get out of there. She has to get out. The First Order's masked thug is coming next, Poe knows how this goes, he knows how it ends, he's lived it what feels like a hundred times.
"You gotta get out of here," he says, voice ragged. What she's saying barely registers at first. There's a shadow gathering in the corner of the room, building upward from the floor, shaping itself into something human.
"You need to get out of here," he says again, his eyes on the shadow.
It's just a dream. This isn't real. Think about somewhere--
"Safe?"
He can't think of somewhere safe. Not if he doesn't want it ripped out of him, taken, used.
Somewhere safe--
A shiver in the air, and the interrogation table is briefly in the center of a space that looks like a barracks.
Poe closes his eyes. Opens them again. The barracks is there, then gone, replaced by the Finalizer again. But...
no subject
"You gotta get out of here," he says, voice ragged. What she's saying barely registers at first. There's a shadow gathering in the corner of the room, building upward from the floor, shaping itself into something human.
"You need to get out of here," he says again, his eyes on the shadow.
It's just a dream. This isn't real. Think about somewhere--
"Safe?"
He can't think of somewhere safe. Not if he doesn't want it ripped out of him, taken, used.
Somewhere safe--
A shiver in the air, and the interrogation table is briefly in the center of a space that looks like a barracks.
Poe closes his eyes. Opens them again. The barracks is there, then gone, replaced by the Finalizer again. But...
"Caroline?"