"Spark!", Leia called back, her own voice stronger as she pushed through the fog. Well there was one, anyway. "This way, follow my voice!"

And even as Spark headed her way she headed his. Pushing forward through fog and images and voices. A towering figure in black armor. A cheerful young woman with brightly colored hair and clothes. Being huddled in a doorway looking out at a forest that had become a battlefield, blaster fire ringing everywhere, and acutely conscious of the fact that they were running out of time.

And then suddenly she was stepping out of the fog into... well a bit more fog, but it was the ordinary sort of fog. Cobblestones beneath her feet and Big Ben towering over her. Nautilus. "Spark?"