How...?

[No. No, that couldn't be a lie. There was no way that was a lie, in Barriss's eyes. The Force gave her no inkling, and she'd always been good at judging people's intentions even without it. Drawing in on herself, Barriss shivered and teetered, on the verge of running again in the face of that simmering anger.]

And you're right, I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Forcing herself to move, she takes a single step forward, then another, towards a bench and taking a seat there. It's more a graceless flop, really, the air temperature around her plunging another dozen degrees. Snow begins to fall all around her, and she clutches her head in confusion.]

I just know that there's something really screwy going up. I was on Drongar. I was coming out of a surgery for one of the troopers. And instead of the detox room, I ended up here. Where ever here is.

[She looks up warily, brushing flecks of ice from the hood of her robe before pulling it down.]

Do you know where we are? Is this...the afterlife?