Imagine Darth Vader

He felt his jaw dropping in utter and complete surprise, however, when he finally spotted Vader. Bringing a hand up to his face, Han rubbed his eyes briskly, wondering if that would help clear his vision. Spreading his fingers slowly, he quickly realized that it hadn’t.

If there was one thing, only one thing, in the entire galaxy that Han knew to be utterly and totally implausible, it would be this. He just had to be hallucinating at this point.

For what he saw was Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, wandering aimlessly through a not-quite-sunlit meadow … picking flowers.

Maybe the kid hadn’t been that far off the mark with his crack about the Imperial Flower Arrangement Society. Han brought his hand down from his face and cleared his throat nervously. When you lose it, Solo, you really lose it.

The hallucination that looked like Vader had evidently heard him, since it looked up and then headed in Han’s direction. Han waited at the edge of the clearing, not certain whether he ought to be encouraging his hallucinations or not. In this state, he was more likely to blunder right into one of those man-eating plants and that would certainly take care of his delusions.

But it sure looks like Vader.

Stopping directly in front of him, the Dark Lord silently thrust out the bunch of flowers he had collected.