A hoarse, baritone voice echoed throughout the chamber, ricocheting off sharp ridges in the grubby bone walls. A grotesquely disfigured man stood with his back to the room's only other occupant, a tall lean figure shrouded in black. "Bring the scavenger girl."
Rey was awoken by the splash of icey water in her face. Sputtering, she flailed her arms, connecting with something warm and hard. Instantly, she came to her senses and discovered Master Lake nursing his cheek as an empty jug lay forgotten on the ground next to her makeshift bed, a pile of sheets and blankets. "I'm so sorry," she began hastily, but Luke simply held up a hand. "An auspicious start to our meditation." He chuckled lightly. Awkwardly, Rey twisted herself from the jumble of sheets, rose to her feet and offered a hand to her Master. She had voiced her reservations about returning to Takodana, but Luke was resolute. A period of meditation in a place she had previously faced conflict, he had reasoned, would be good for her. Rey was still not convinced- though nearly half a year had passed, memories of her battle here with Kylo Ren sent shivers down her spine, though she would never admit it. As if sensing her thoughts, Luke patted her shoulder gently. "It will pass. Come now."
The man in black now sat in the cockpit of an airship. His scarred hands were at the controls, knuckles white with strain. Dark locks plastered his face, which gleamed with sweat. A single vicious red scar snaked from one high-arched cheekbone to his jaw. He jolted the joystick a final time, and with a roar, the engine revved. After a great shudder, the aircraft shot into the murky sky.