Chewie woke up next to a cardboard box in the alley. He couldn't remember what happened. The memories were scarce...

"Gggggaaaaaaarrrrr" he let out a loud roar.

Han Solo, a very close friend of Chewbacca's was recently killed. The heartache still inflicted a wound so deep that it was nearly unbearable. He contemplated suicide often. That's how he ended up in the streets of this world, crashing his ship with the intent of never returning.

Alcohol wasn't Chewie's preference, but lately it seemed to be the only thing to numb the pain.

"What the hell?" a couple thugs walked towards Chewie "Look, you hairy freak. Either get outta here, or we're going to have to roughin' ya up"

Chewie understood these humans, but he wasn't in the mood. He slowly grabbed his bowcaster and blasted the weapon at the two thugs.

"Arrrggghhnnn. Grrrhn. Gahr"

It was obvious Chewbacca was new to this world. He was unsure how to reconnect with his old friends. He picked up a knife and pistol and looked at them perplexed. Regaining composure he dropped the weapons and traveled along the streets to find out more about this new word he inhabited.

Walter-White gingerly strolls by Chewie, and smiles at him. "Drinking whiskey are ya, at 11:00 AM???" Walter could sense Chewie was in deep anguish and felt the pain flooding around him. "Come with me Chewie, let me buy you some breakfast at Danny Boys Diner - down the street."

"GGGWARRRHHWWWW"

Chewie, barely able to keep his head up, looked at Walter-White. He slowly got himself up and picked up his bow caster. The last shot ruined the blast ions so it was no longer usable. He threw it in the dumpster and put his hand on Walter's shoulder. It was nice to meet someone new. And breakfast would cheer Chewie up from his slump. Although, he didn't know what people consumed here on this world...

"WWWRRRRRRGWWWRRRR "

Chewie joined Walter-White to Danny Boys Diner happy to make a new acquaintance.