As Rey sat down in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon, she heard a hum in the Force. But instead of seeing Ben, she saw someone else. She knew his name, he felt familiar, in a way she could not explain.

"Jacen."

"Tahiri?"

She was no longer Rey in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon. She was a young woman with curly blonde hair and strange gloves on her hands. The young man in front of her was wearing a green jumpsuit and something that looked like writhing snakes.

"It is you."

She remembered the words from Starkiller Base. She had not understood what he meant then. But now he did.

"Anakin?" She clung to every second of him, breathless. "Where is he? Where is Anakin?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I don't know anyone anymore. Ben, Anakin, Tenel Ka, Jaina— they're all gone."

"I remember things. . . Is it our fault, Jacen?" she asked.

"Because we used the Force to go back too many times," he admitted. "I thought it didn't change anything. . . "

"I did it," she said. "I can't remember what I did. . . But I know I did it."

Memories of two timelines flashed in her mind's eye. The only sure thing was that she had gone back, she'd gone back for Anakin, and something had went so wrong it had changed everything.

Now everyone was gone.

Her hands reached for her hair, expecting the texture of curls, but instead she pulled wispy brown tendrils out of her three buns. She looked down at her hands. She was Rey again.

"I- I- Jacen—"

But he was gone. As Jacen, as Ben. . .

"Rey?"

She turned to see Leia standing in the cockpit entrance. She swallowed.

"Yes, General Organa?"

She seemed to be not entirely there. She'd been like that since Crait. She grabbed for her belt, as if for something hanging off it— but there was nothing there. Leia blinked and looked up to Rey apologetically.

"Sorry, I thought— well, I'm not sure of anything anymore," she murmured, more to herself than to Rey. She then turned and walked away.

Rey shook her head. The revelation of an old life, a new timeline. . . She could only see the fracture points, the shatter points.

Where she had shattered the timeline.