"Rey."

The barista calling her name into the crowded Vermont coffee shop broke her contemplative revere. Rey politely wove her way through the patrons in the tiny cramped space to retrieve her latte. Why her source had chosen this sleepy town as a meeting place she would never understand, but if anonymity and "middle of nowhere" were what he was going for, he'd found it. She stepped out of the shop and up the stairs to street level as the tiny bell on the door jingled as it closed. The cool wind of the March breeze whipped into her wavy, shoulder length hair. She pushed a few strands out of her eyes. The street was far from crowded, she chuckled inwardly, everyone was already in the coffee shop, she thought, amused.

Her source hadn't given a specific meeting place, just told her to walk along Main Street on Thursday, mid-morning and he would find her. That had seemed sketchy at first, when she had gotten his message sitting in her tiny Manhattan cubicle but after arriving in this tiny town last night the plan seemed much more feasible.

Rey took a sip of her coffee as she considered ducking into a greeting card shop when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She spun on her heel to find an illegally handsome man with spiraled curly hair who was just taller than herself standing casually behind her.

"Poe?" she stammered, "Are you Poe?"

"Let's not announce it to the world, ok?" he said with a flick of his eyebrows.

"Sorry," she quickly lowered her voice, she was already giving away that this was her first real assignment outside of the gossip column to call all her own. Sure, she'd assisted Plutt many times on the more hard hitting pieces, but nothing like this, this was…entirely different.

"Where can we talk?" she asked him, too eager, she inwardly chastised herself. She needed to calm herself down and fast, or she might lose him.

Poe just inclined his head a bit and started walking down the sloping sidewalk toward the heart of downtown, or whatever passed for downtown in this small place.

"Did you bring a map…or something?" She faltered when his eyes rolled at her question.

"What year do you think it is, exactly?" He asked with a cool tease in his voice.

"But you can help me find him?" She took a double step to keep up.

"Yeah," he caught her hand in his. She was a little taken aback at the familiarity, also ready to run for her life, when she realized he was palming a small flash drive. She managed to catch it as he released her hand. He didn't miss a beat, just slipped his hand up her arm to her elbow and laughed casually in her direction like she had just told an old running joke between the two of them.

"Finn said you knew his sister?" she asked, frantic to get all her questions out before this man slipped through her grasp.

"Yeah, I grew up in her neighborhood." He replied.

Rey made a mental note that he came from money and may yet have an abundant supply. That must come in handy for his covert lifestyle.

"So you knew him?" She didn't dare breathe the name for fear Poe would bolt.

"No, never met him." He answered.

"But…"

"They were estranged." Came the quick reply.

Rey let that sink in a moment as she searched for her next question. "What about Han?"

"Her husband? I didn't see him much," he gave a dismissive shake to his head.

"Would he know where…would he know anything?" She asked.

Poe laughed a much more genuine sound this time, "No, he didn't exactly leave a trail of bread crumbs when he left. Look, that's all I can really do for you. You have what you need for your story, and I can get all that…out of my hands." He flicked his wrist once toward her purse where she had slipped the memory stick, not half as smoothly as he had passed it to her. "You need to be careful though. There are some really bad people who want to get a hold of that."

Then just as a city bus was about to pass them, Poe jumped into the road, slipping across just in front and when the small bit of traffic had passed, he was gone.

Rey was back in New York, the news room was quiet. Even Plutt had finally gone home, and that was saying something. She pulled up the only file on the USB drive.

It was a collection of PDF and JPEG images.

Snap shots of races, a man she recognized as Han Solo hanging out the cockpit window of old antique plane. Rey was no plane expert but it didn't look like an especially sporty model. There were candid photos of a gangly teen boy who looked like he hadn't quiet grown into his facial features yet. A few of the photos were very dark and difficult to view, one seemed to show a burning building, it was night and smoke was blocking much of the shot but it she could sense it was an important piece in the puzzle.

The last picture was the man himself, Luke Skywalker. The breath caught in Rey's throat for a second when she saw him. Those blue eyes seemed to pierce right through her. The sound of a door opening behind her made her jump. She closed the file and ripped the memory stick out of the lap top. She clutched it in hand for a second before dropping it into her purse. It was late but she wanted to type up some notes before she forgot. The janitor turned on the industrial vacuum somewhere behind her. The man must have had earbuds in, because he was singing loudly, and badly. It didn't matter though, nothing could make her forget the last picture and the little sign behind Skywalker's head in the last shot.

O'Malley's Pub and Inn.

There had to be a thousand pubs by that name, but the picture would help. Still, she had her work cut out for her.