OUTSIDE ICE HANGAR: Artoo stands in the falling snow, beeping worriedly.
Threepio moves stiffly over to him.
THREEPIO: You must come along now, Artoo. There's really nothing more we can do. And my joints are freezing up.
Artoo beeps, long and low.
THREEPIO: Don't say things like that! Of course we'll see Master Luke again. He'll be quite all right, you'll see.
Threepio turns to go back inside the main hangar.
THREEPIO: Stupid little short-circuit. He'll be quite all right.
Artoo mournfully keeps his vigil.
MAIN HANGAR DECK: A Rebel lieutenant moves to Major Derlin, an officer keeping watch with the princess.
LIEUTENANT: Sir, all the patrols are in. Still no . . .
Looking at Leia, Derlin interrupts the Lieutenant by raising his hand to suggest he should lower his voice.
Princess Leia stands inside the dark hangar, waiting for a sign of the two Rebel heroes.
LIEUTENANT (subdued voice): . . . Still no contact from Skywalker or Solo.
THREEPIO: Mistress Leia, Artoo says he's been quite unable to pick up any signals, although he does admit that his own range is far too weak to abandon all hope.
DERLIN: Your Highness, there's nothing more we can do tonight. The shield doors must be closed.
With a look of lost hope, she nods in agreement. Derlin turns to the lieutenant.
DERLIN: Close the doors.
LIEUTENANT: Yes, sir.
THREEPIO: Artoo says the chances of survival are seven hundred twenty five... to one.
Chewie hangs his head as the massive doors rumble to a close.
At the same moment, Artoo begins a complex series of efficient beeps.
Leia watches intently as the huge metal doors slam across the entrance of the ice cave.
A loud boom echos throughout the huge cavern. Chewie lets out a long, mournful howl, somewhat like a coyote.
THREEPIO: Actually, Artoo has been known to make mistakes... from time to time. Oh, dear, oh, dear.
THREEPIO: Don't worry about Master Luke. I'm sure he'll be all right. He's quite clever, you know... for a human being.
SNOW DRIFT: Luke lies face down in the snow, nearly unconscious.
Slowly he looks up and sees Ben Kenobi, barely visible through the blowing snow. It is hard to tell if Kenobi is real or a hallucination.
BEN: Luke... Luke.
LUKE (weakly): Ben?
BEN: You will go to the Dagobah system.
LUKE: Dagobah system?
BEN: There you will learn from Yoda, the Jedi Master who instructed me.
The image of Ben fades, revealing a lone Tauntaun rider approaching from the windswept horizon.
LUKE (groaning faintly): Ben... Ben.
Luke drops into unconsciousness.
Han pulls up and leaps off his mount. He hurries to his snow-covered friend. Han's Tauntaun lets out a low, pitiful bellow. But Han's concern is with Luke, and he shakes him urgently.
HAN: Luke! Luke! Don't do this, Luke. Come on, give me a sign here.
Luke doesn't respond. Han begins frantically rubbing Luke's unconscious face. As he starts to lift the youth, Han hears a rasping sound behind him.