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Imperial March” sounded from hidden speakers. An involuntary whimper came from Sophie’s throat. A blast door opened. Clouds of dry ice billowed. Darth Vader emerged from his vapors, stood mightily in silhouette, and stepped onto the bridge. His respirator hissed and clicked.
    He stared at Sophie and Dad, and nodded slowly.
    “So,” he said. “The captured Rebel fighters.”
    Sophie felt urine running down her legs, shockingly hot. It splashed on the brushed steel floor. The noise was undeniable.
    She looked at the pooled urine on the floor and felt tears coming. This was going to really freak Dad out.
    She looked up at him. “I’m fine,” she said. “I’m fine.”
    There was a moment of surprised silence on the bridge. Vader’s respirator wheezed.
    “Uh… are you alright?” he said.
    “I think she’s let a bit of wee go,” Dad whispered.
    “What?” said Vader.
    “Oh, where are my manners? I mean I think she’s let a bit of wee go, Lord Vader .”
    Vader held up his hands, black gloved palms outwards.
    “Hey,” he said. “Don’t make me the bad guy here.”
    The nice Stormtrooper came over, knelt beside Sophie, and put an arm around her.
    “It’s okay,” the Stormtrooper whispered. “It happens.”
    Sophie looked up at Dad’s face, which was lined with concern. She couldn’t bear that she’d done this to him. She began to cry.
    Darth Vader bent down and patted Sophie on the shoulder.
    “What’s that tube going into you?” he asked.
    “It’s… it’s a… Hi… Hi… Hickman line,” Sophie sobbed.
    Dad folded her into his arms. “It’s to get the chemo into her.”
    “Ha!” Vader said. “You call that a line? You should see me when I take this helmet off. I have so many wiggly lines going into me, I look like a plate of spaghetti.”
    Sophie giggled between her sobs. A perfect green bubble of snot swelled from her nose, stretched to molecular thinness, and shrank back again, like the membrane of a calling frog.
    “You’re a very brave young lady,” said Vader.
    After her tears, Sophie had a hammering headache and a rending in her guts and a pain in her side that made her want to curl up.
    “I’m fine,” she said, looking up at Dad. “I actually feel great.”
    He smiled. She smiled back. This was good.
    Afterwards, when they’d got Sophie cleaned up, Darth Vader lifted her to sit on his shoulders. They watched the huge monitor screens on the bridge, which showed the galaxy lying before them and shimmering.
    “Would you like to choose a world to destroy?” Vader said.
    “Why?” said Sophie.
    Vader shrugged. “It’s just something I offer my guests.”
    “Does it have to be a world? Could you blow up my bad blood cells?”
    Air sighed from the grille of Vader’s face plate. He waved a gloved hand at the starfield.
    “I can do you anything on that map,” he said.
    Sophie pointed at a bright star in Orion. “Let’s say those stars are my white blood cells and that one’s a bad one.”
    “Fine,” said Vader. “Commence death ray initiation sequence.”
    Sophie held up her hand. “Sorry, but it’s not actually a death ray if it’s saving my life.”
    Vader pointed at the big red button labeled DEATH RAY. He said, “It’s the only ray we’ve got.”
    “Oh. Okay.”
    Vader crouched down to let Sophie press the button. A low drone built slowly to a crescendo. The lights flickered. They all watched the monitor screens as the eight green beams of the death ray converged into one, shot out across space, and heated the core of Sophie’s bad blood cell until it exploded in a shower of bright sparks across the blackness of space.
    They watched the sparks crackle and fade back into perpetual darkness.
Car park, Pinewood Studios, Iver Heath, Buckinghamshire
     
    Jack carried Sophie out to the car while Kate and Zoe were still changing out of the Stormtrooper costumes. She was shattered. She clung on around his neck and buried her face in his chest.
    Jack shifted her