It was the weekend of December 10, 1983, when the little boy who would become Luke Skywalker walked down a street in the small city of Dandenong, North Australia, and, for some reason, he did not stop.
He had no reason to.
There were no parents to speak of.
His father had died a few days earlier.
There was no mum to speak to.
His mother, a retired nurse, had died two years earlier.
Luke had a new father in the form of his future girlfriend, Samantha, who would not be around to greet him in the new year.
He was a new boy, a new man.
There wasn’t any doubt about that.
The only thing that seemed to bother him, or make him uncomfortable, was his new surroundings.
He had never known what a city would look like.
He could have been living in a town in the far reaches of the world.
Or he could have lived in a city that would never see him again.
Instead, he walked into a room in the city’s old hospital.
A young man was sitting in a chair next to him, talking to a young woman, who was dressed casually.
The young man who had asked the question was the only one who had seen Luke at that moment.
They were both men in their early thirties.
The man, who had been looking at his phone, smiled and nodded his head.
Luke was an adult at the time.
He was tall, with dark hair and a scruffy beard.
He wore a white T-shirt and khaki shorts.
He also had a big grin on his face and a slightly slanted nose.
The girl was about his age.
She had a soft, slightly curly brown hair, and she wore a grey top.
The two of them had walked in from different parts of the city and had talked for about 30 minutes.
The man and the woman were chatting.
Luke was not listening.
He sat up straight and opened his mouth to speak.
They kept talking, and then suddenly, Luke turned around and turned his head away.
He stared at the woman, his face pale.
The woman turned to look at him, but the smile was gone.
She was just as pale as Luke had been when he first met her.
She too had just walked into the room.
She stood up, her hand on the door.
She stepped out.
Luke’s eyes widened.
“Hey!” he said, “Where the hell are you?”
“We’re talking to your doctor.”
“And what do you want?”
“He said he couldn’t help me, and he said he’d help you.”
The woman, with a puzzled look, walked towards the door, and as she did so, she raised her hand.
“Come on,” she said, pushing the door open.
Luke sat in the chair next the woman and looked at her.
“You know, you look a bit like my dad.”
The young woman smiled.
“My dad’s the guy you look up to.”
“You look like him,” Luke replied.
“He taught me everything.”
The man smiled at Luke.
“What did he say?”
“It was a lot of stuff,” the young woman said, looking up at Luke, who smiled back.
“But I’m going to go now.
Get some rest.
You know, rest.
We’re all going to be fine.”
The two men walked out of the room, Luke looking back at the young man.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I’m telling you,” the woman replied, “I have a new boyfriend.”
“I can’t wait to meet him.”
The door shut.
The young man sat down in the seat next to Luke.
He looked at Luke and nodded.
The woman’s eyes brightened.
“And I’m telling all the same,” she continued, “but if you don’t want to wait, I will come over.
We’ll be in the room when we get back.
You can tell your dad that I’m over.”
The men walked away.
“Thank you very much,” Luke said.
“I’ll go over there and get my clothes.
I’ll take the keys to the car.”
They walked out.
The next day, he was in his bedroom, getting dressed.
He thought of the girl who had just been to his parents’ house.
He remembered her.
He hoped she would meet him.
But it was not to be.
He decided that he would go to her home and spend the rest of the day alone.
It was not an option.
The doorbell rang.
Luke looked at it and shook his head, as if to reassure himself that it was nothing.
The door opened.
The beautiful, young woman who had invited him over was standing there, looking around, and a very familiar face