The docking bay reluctantly opened and allowed Rey to guide the Falcon in. Darkness surrounded her, pierced with small, yellow lights that suggested more than they revealed. This out of the way space station was old and ill-kept, an orbital platform to serve the now-abandoned gas mines far below them.

"Leia called in a favor," Luke had explained, more to Chewbacca than to Rey.

Leia wasn't the one waiting for them as they landed. A human, a man about Luke's age or a little older, waited for them while the ramp lowered. Chewie growled a greeting.

"It's good to see you, too." He nodded at Luke as he descended. "How long has it been?"

"Too long," Luke agreed, and they embraced. The mild, ever-present grief Rey tried not to notice in Luke came surging back, and his friend echoed that same pain. "Thank you."

"You only ever had to ask." They separated. The man gave Rey a wink. "You must be Rey. I've heard a lot about you, but not that you were gorgeous."

A blush started on her neck and covered her face as the man took her hand for a quick hello. "Uh, hi."

"Quit it," Luke said, elbowing his friend gently. "Rey, this is Lando. He's an old friend who won't admit he'd old enough to be your grandfather. That ship you're flying used to be his."

Lando turned to him. "She's flying my ship?"

Chewie explained, with some emphasis, that he and Leia had agreed it was his ship now and he could let anyone fly it he so pleased. Then he patted Lando's head fondly.

"Fine. Your ship, your rules. But this is my space station. I bought it four years ago."

Rey gazed around herself in disbelief. "On purpose?" Chewbacca expressed a similar skepticism regarding the word 'bought.'

"I had my reasons," Lando said, and never once did he ever share with her what those reasons were.

"Where's Leia?" Luke asked.

"Getting the cell ready. She's gone back and forth between putting in pillows and adding spikes to the floor." He sighed. "Where's the little bastard?"

"Under guard." Back aboard the ship, Poe sat with a blaster pointed at Ren's head. Rey wasn't sure Luke knew the weapon was set on Disintegrate. Ren had been out cold for most of the trip, only waking a few minutes ago to discover his predicament. Rey had deliberately avoided looking at him where he lay bound, and she hadn't waited around to hear his complaints. "Is the cell ready for him?"

"Other than the pillows? I think so. But Luke," Lando said, face drawn into worry, "the last I heard, we didn't have a good way of holding him anywhere he didn't want to be."

Chewie said they had a way now.

"Rey," Luke said, "will you please ask Commander Dameron to bring Ben out here?"

She nodded, partially to hide her twitch. She went back aboard. "It's time."

Poe tugged Ren up by the cuffed hands behind his back. "On your feet."

"Why?"

"Because I don't feel like carrying you."

Ren stood. His hair was mussed from where he'd slept in a graceless heap on the floor. The collar around his throat looked like a stiff necklace, an inelegant piece of dull metal jewelry offset by his dark hair and dark clothing. He twisted his head from side to side as if to dislodge it, but Rey had seen the fastening. The lock was unbreakable and Luke held the only key.

Rey led the way, and Poe followed behind. She felt Ren's eyes watching her. She couldn't feel his presence, not at all, even when she reached out to touch his mind. Her external shield merely covered the owner. This collar deadened the Force inside it, cutting off the wearer from the ebb and flow of the Force. Ren was an empty hole in the universe, unable to touch the source of his powers. He'd been trapped inside his own mind for five years with only himself for company until he'd pulled her in with him. She wondered if this felt similar.

He hesitated as they reached the bottom of the gangplank. "Oh good. The circus grows. Should I expect C-3PO to walk in juggling balls?"

"Ben," said Lando with a curt nod. Rey sensed his anger, bottled now, and a strange gathering of regrets. "You should know, your mom thinks you're not completely lost. Luke, too. Now me, I'm more than happy to decompress whatever section of this station you're in at the time. You're in my house. Try to behave."

Ren rolled his eyes, either disbelieving the threat or not caring. Poe jostled him. "Move."

They walked together through the dim corridors, Rey rapidly losing her sense of direction. This station hadn't been built by or for humans, and the species who'd lived here favored ovals and oblongs. Darkened hallways jutted off at disconcerting angles from each other, rising and falling and switching back.

"Through here," said Lando, leading them into the old security area. "Half the station lacks power, but this place never went down, even a decade after it was abandoned."

The reason for this became apparent. There were multiple cells. One of them was already occupied. Rey could see in through the small window, but there was little to see.

"He's been in there since before the Mining Guild abandoned this place," Lando explained later, over their slim dinner and stale caf. "He's been sleeping the whole time." The enormous alien, who took up half the cell with his girth alone, breathed slowly, perhaps once an hour. "I don't even know what will happen when he finally wakes up. Some of the miners thought it would be the end of everything if he ever did."

"Alvo is the last of his kind," the General would tell her, holding her own caf. "His people sailed the galaxy a long, long, long time ago. He's not dangerous. He's just sleeping."

For now, all Rey saw was his bulk, a shadow outlined in more shadows, two cells away from where the General waited.

"I decided on one pillow," she said, staring at Ren. "The floor is hard but you've slept on worse."

The horrible moment stretched out. Rey remembered the other world, the other life, where Leia had come to their home and embraced her son. She'd given him hints about grandchildren, and pamphlets from New Republic orphanages, and she'd told him how proud she was of him. There was nothing of that easy affection here, not now. In that dream world, Han had lived. In this reality, he hadn't, and the Ben she remembered had never existed.

"How long do you intend to keep me here?"

"Until you're sane, or until you die of old age. This station has automated systems that will keep you locked away for the next seventy years."

"No due process? No appeal?" His tone mocked rather than pleaded.

"Oh, you'll have the chance to appeal. I've set aside plenty of time for us to talk." She gestured towards the cell. Poe nudged Ren. Rey didn't let herself breathe until he was in the cell with the door locked. Even so, she expected a trick or a trap, but Ren only looked around himself in the nearly-empty room, frowned, and sat in one corner. His hands had been freed but no amount of tugging would loosen the collar from his throat, and he didn't bother trying while they watched.

For just a moment, he met Rey's eyes. She couldn't read his mind, could only guess at his expression, but as she moved away from the window, she felt uneasy at the calculating amusement she saw.

Their base was only two hours away by hyperdrive. Rey spent her time trying to pry out a better answer from Poe and Chewbacca. "But why aren't we staying?"

"This will allay suspicion better," Poe said with a sigh, having explained this before. "The Resistance will see us around, will see the General around, will see Luke around. We have other missions. No one will wonder why we're gone for months, because we won't be."

She didn't like this answer any better than the last two times he'd given it to her, and she doubted he was interested in repeating himself a fourth.

"Just stick to the plan. We'll be signalled in a few days. Two of us will go and one will bring the General back, probably me. It makes more sense for you to be away with Luke for a while. And don't tell a soul, not even the droids."

That was important. Luke had worked carefully with Threepio, who had his own network of droids he used as contacts and gossip. Threepio had been told via subspace his former young master had been killed in a reckless skirmish, and that Luke and Leia would be away for a some time to attend to their own mourning period for him and his late father. Luke believed this would spread through the droid network and reach the First Order. Without any ability to hear Ren's thoughts, even their Force sensitives would believe he'd died.

A perfect trap, a perfect prison, and a sentence that would last the rest of his natural life.

Rey daren't raise an objection. This was the most merciful resolution Luke or his sister could give her lost child. Rey told herself she would have killed him cleanly, but part of her doubted the resolve.

Finn greeted them in the landing bay, taking Rey into a quick hug. "I haven't seen you in a week. Where've you been?"

"Secret mission," Poe said, clasping hands with him as he disembarked. Chewbacca followed him and received what Finn probably thought was a respectful nod rather than a frightened head bob.

"What kind of secret mission?"

"A secret one," Poe said, louder. "We'll all have those now and then. Rey, can you help me with this?" He didn't really need help off-loading their bags from the Falcon, only needed to get her alone. "As your commanding officer, not that you ever listen to me, let me remind you again that 'secret' does not mean 'except for my best friend.' It means secret."

She nodded. "Understood."

"Good. Without Luke here for the next several days, I'll expect to see you with the rest of the pilots."

"Yes, sir." She followed him back down the ramp. "Did we miss anything good?"

"You missed steak night in the mess yesterday. Lodal finally asked Arn out. We've had sixteen new pilots join up. Nothing else much." Finn had accepted the 'secret' order without further question, but he would. He'd been raised to this. Rey would be going mad with curiosity.

"Steak night?" she asked wistfully. "It's been nothing but rations bars for the last week."

"They might have leftovers," he offered. "Once you're unloaded, we can go see."

Finn didn't ask, even when they were alone. He'd been the one she would have thought the most angry with her after her deception, and keeping things from him now couldn't help. Rey herself was the first to break down. "I want to tell you. I really do."

"It's fine. Military secrets. If you tell me, I'll tell Testor, and the next thing you know, everyone will know we're secretly building our own Starkiller." He hesitated. "We're not, right?"

She almost told him no, of course not, and instead smiled slightly. "Secret."

"Right." And like that, he let it go.

This base wasn't the chilly prison Basteel had been. Warm breezes circulated under the tall trees, promising the end of spring and a hot, humid summer awaiting them. Most pilots slept right outside, not even bothering with the makeshift barracks. She kept her own bedroll close to his, enjoying his presence and letting him share in the cloaking effect of her private shield. Sometimes Poe threw down his roll next to theirs. Sometimes he didn't, leaving her to wonder if he was sharing with someone else they hadn't met, or if he was just busy with more work too secret to tell the two youngsters he'd grown so fond of.

Rey liked the nights it was just her and Finn. They could chat while the brightly-flashing insects drifted by, shining their abdominal lamps in a quest for a mate, and they'd each fall asleep listening to the other's voice. She'd grown used to sleeping in a pile of huddled bodies these last few months after a long life of being alone. Even one friend nearby was a comfort.

"Why aren't you mad at me?" she asked, as they counted the flickering lights.

"Because it's a secret?"

"Not that. For what happened back on Basteel." Embarrassment flushed her. "I didn't tell you the truth about what was going on. Why aren't you angry?"

"I am," he said, not looking at her. "I'm furious at him for dragging you into his creepy little head and messing with you. I don't know how you dealt with it. I would have thought I was cracking up." Finn turned to her. "I'm not going to be mad at you for something that happened to you."

"I handled it badly."

"Yeah, you did. So don't do that again, okay?"

"Okay."

Rey filled her days training with the rest of the pilots. She'd never been part of a team before, except on the rare occasions Unkar Plutt had put together a group to scout a new site. Back then, she'd been in competition with the other scavengers as they fought to pluck the best finds from the wreck. Everything was different here. They worked together as a unit, learning group tactics and rehearsing maneuvers in squads. She'd never had to rely on someone else, and had trouble staying in her formation, a trick which Finn excelled at in his own ship. She was even shown up by some of the new recruits, and that hurt. Rey had been with the Resistance for months.

"You just have to practice," Finn told her when they were back on the ground. "Don't stray from your partners. They're watching out for you, and you're watching out for them."

"I keep expecting them to shoot me."

"They won't. You need to learn to trust the people around you." Rey watched him warily until he sighed and took her hand. She was getting used to this, though she wasn't ready to tell him she enjoyed it.

They went to one of the tall trees near a place both liked to lay their bedrolls, and Finn persuaded her to climb up with him. They reached one of the lower branches, about five meters up. She'd climbed more dizzying heights inside her wrecked Destroyer, and was a little amused by the vertigo on his face.

Finn gingerly stood on the narrow branch. "Stand up." Rey climbed to her feet, feeling the precarious balance under her. "Now close your eyes."

"Are you bonkers?"

"No. I want you to trust me."

She gulped in air, then shut her eyes tightly. "All right." Holding her hand, Finn began to walk with her along the branch. "Finn!"

"You're fine."

"We're going to fall." She could feel the weird swaying of her stomach as they stepped out further. She was afraid the branch wouldn't hold them. She was afraid of slipping. Finn kept her hand.

"We're not. I've got you. You're safe."

She took another careful step. "I can't." She opened her eyes. Up here, she was surrounded by the graceful swaying of the green branches around them, and a hot breeze warmed her face.

"You can," he said. "Maybe not today, but you can. You're a good pilot. Everyone knows that."

Rey knew it, too. That knowledge didn't stop her quick jealousy when their flight instructor praised Finn and some new recruit, and only gave Rey notes for next time. Never mind that she knew Finn had been practicing every moment he could while she'd been busy with Jedi training. Never mind that the Twi'lek who'd earned the highest marks was fifteen years older than Rey and had been flying since she'd been a child. Rey recognized her own limitations. She didn't have to like those failings in herself.

"I'll try," she said, because she knew it would pull out a smile, and she loved seeing Finn smile.

The call came four days later. Poe found her in the mess and tapped her shoulder. "Time to go."

She glanced over. Finn was still getting his food. "Can I tell him we're going?"

"Best not to. Come on."

She didn't stop to wave, but did stop to gather as much of her dinner in her hands as she could carry and bolt down along the way. She hoped she wouldn't be gone long. Perhaps Poe would stay on the abandoned station, and she could ferry someone back.

"Good to see you," said the General, voice clipped as they came down the ramp together. "Where's Chewbacca?"

"You didn't ask for him, ma'am," said Poe. "I can ask him to come."

"Don't. I'll be home before he could get here. I thought I'd requested he come with you."

"You may have. My mistake, General."

She shook her head. "Don't do that, Commander. I forgot. I'm allowed to forget." She nodded to Rey. "Expect to stay for about a week. There's running water, and don't let Lando tell you there isn't. He just hates having to climb down to switch on the valve."

Poe glanced around himself. "He really bought this place on purpose? He didn't win it in a game?"

"He'd have bragged if he'd won it." Leia followed his gaze around the cold, unpleasant architecture of the decayed station. "Probably. Rey, make sure Luke remembers to eat. He's doing that thing again."

"Yes, ma'am." Leia boarded the ship before Rey could ask what thing.

No one else had come to meet her. Rey shouldered her bag and went back through the serpentine corridors, trying to retrace the same path she'd made days ago. In the dark.

This was a test.

She closed her eyes and opened her mind. There. Luke's easygoing presence wasn't far off. She followed the path towards him, getting turned around only once. The corridors lit up as she approached the prison area. Lando sat at a table, deep in a datapad, working on something. He gave her a quick wave. "He said you'd find your way back. He's in there."

"The General said he's doing a thing."

"Yeah. He does that." He waved her on, returning to his datapad and frowning. "Taxes," he would explain later. "You own things, you pay a little. You buy things, you pay a little. The Republic gets their share and civilization goes on as we know it. I own a lot of things. It gets complicated fast." Rey had never really owned anything in her life. She didn't own the uniform she wore, or the ship she flew. She could only nod along.

Now she made her way into the next room, where Luke sat, eyes closed.

"Any trouble finding your way?"

"A little. Were you guiding me?"

"No, just letting you know where I was. You're getting better."

"Thanks." She set her knapsack down. "Are we training?"

"We will be. I'm resting now. You can take a run around the dark station if you want, but I wouldn't advise it."

The prison cells were through another door. "Any luck?"

"No." Luke rubbed his face. "The only intel I have is what I already knew. Ben is very good at hurting people. He doesn't need weapons or his powers." His exhaustion lay as thick as syrup. Rey understood why she and Poe had been sent away. Clearly their prisoner had brought up as much painful family drama as he could, slicing and stabbing with his words. Lando had been friends with all of them for decades, and thus wouldn't be shocked by anything he heard. Chewie, too, but Rey guessed they wanted to give him more time before he and Ren were in a room together again.

"I can guard him for a while if you want to get some sleep. Or some food," she added, remembering the General's words.

"He doesn't need a guard. The cells will hold him forever. He needs someone to get through to him."

"Is that why I'm here?"

"No. I don't want you in there with him at all. He's a manipulator, Rey, and you've already given him too much ammunition against you. I don't want him to have any opportunity to use it. I need you here to help remind me why I shouldn't unlock that collar and dive into his brain myself."

"You can do that?"

"Maybe." He spread his hands. "Yes. I know the technique. I've never tried it. It's Dark Side magic, rewriting someone else from the inside out. I'm tempted. I could fix him." His eyes met hers. "It's a terrible idea, and also as soon as I popped off his collar, he'd murder me and the rest of you. Kindly remind me of that when I forget."

"Right. No messing with people's brains." She shook her finger at him, and he smiled.

"Thank you."

Luke spent much of the evening in Ren's cell. They had a camera feed, recording everything in the hope that Ren gave something away without realizing. Naturally, he knew this and looked at the camera directly whenever he could. "I'm not answering that," he said. "You can tell Mother I'm not answering it."

Lando pointed at the screen. "He's been talking at you and Chewie, too. I think with the collar on, he can't use his powers to tell who's here. Leia and Luke have told him no one else is allowed to visit him."

Rey watched the feed. "You haven't gone in?"

"I'm just here for the moral support, and to blow us all up if we need to."

She turned to him. "Seriously?"

"If I have to. I'd rather not." The way he said it made Rey certain he had an escape plan in mind, and after a while, she was sure he had at least two. "But we're not letting that kid loose on the galaxy again. He was powerful when he was a toddler. I've seen the damage he's done since. I met his grandfather, unfortunately. I know what we're up against."

She watched the screen again. Ren had turned away to look at Luke. He was putting on an arrogant face for his interrogation. Sometimes he dropped it, like another mask, and for those moments, she didn't see Kylo Ren.

"Do you think Luke can turn him back to the Light?"

Lando looked at her for a long moment. Rey wondered how much he'd been told about her, and about what had happened. "Do you?"

"No." Luke had guided him already, and his nephew had repaid that teaching with blood. Luke couldn't bring him back. His father had died trying. His mother might have a chance, although she'd seemed just as weary as Luke when she'd left. Chewie wanted him dead, and Lando was ready to blow the whole station just to keep him from getting free.

That didn't leave many options.

"It's not my job," she said aloud.

Lando's face pulled up in a little surprise. "I don't think anyone said it was."

She recalled her dream too clearly. Someone had.

The old crew quarters weren't comfortable. The bunks were hard and the lighting was strange. Nevertheless, Rey spread out her bedroll in one of the spare rooms and tried to get some sleep. She'd slept alone most of the nights in her life. The utter silence of the base bothered her, broken only by the occasional weird creak of metal and not by the comforting snores and mutters of other people.

She thought about Ren in his cell. Was he destroying his cell in a fit of rage? Was he reviewing his many sins and debating atonement? Was he sleeping, making those soft, breathy noises she'd grown used to as he turned, looking for a comfortable position? He fallen asleep first those nights they'd spent in the same bed, in the world that never was, reaching out to touch her even in his unconscious state. She wondered if he'd dreamed inside the dream. She never had. She wondered if he dreamed about her now, free of the mental trap he'd built for himself.

He didn't know if she was here or lightyears away. He couldn't sense her. She could tiptoe all the way up to the window in his cell and watch him, and he'd never know unless he happened to see her eyes.

In the morning, Luke appeared even more fatigued as Rey greeted him.

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Busy," he said with a weak smile. He chewed his rations bar with a thoughtful, distant expression.

Rey watched him while she nibbled at her own food to make it last. Luke had been a boy with boundless potential, full of dreams and fire, and eager to follow in the footsteps of his fallen father the Jedi Knight. He'd run headfirst into a quest to rescue a girl he'd never met, and he'd saved the whole Rebellion, all in the course of a few very crowded days. As he'd grown up, he'd unwrapped his own fractured history like peeling an egg, reaching to fix the mistakes of the past only to construct new ones. Now his own self-doubt always reserved the largest portions of blame for himself. He'd told Rey his part in Ren's downfall, but she had to wonder what he'd left out while he was occupied by his own guilt. Just like her own, his personal regrets had gnawed him like a slow, vicious worm.

"Friendly warning," said Lando. "Leia gave me orders to sedate you if you didn't rest." His eyes twinkled. Rey couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

"I'll rest later. I think Ben's close to cracking."

"He's not." Lando rubbed the few crumbs from his own hands, eyes briefly checking to see if there was some previously-undiscovered food left. He gave the impression of someone who preferred to dine on elegant, savory dishes and fine wines. Her second sight, which she was still developing and needed spectacles according to Finn, suggested that was precisely the impression Lando intended to give. "We've been keeping an eye on the monitor. That kid is just as stubborn as he's ever been. Take a break."

"There isn't time." Luke's voice was strained. He always kept up his mental shields, partly as training for Rey and partly as defense against her unwitting intrusions or Ren's intentional attacks. Now he let her see inside, just enough to show the intense worry.

"What's going on?" Lando asked.

Luke glanced at Rey. She said, "I can step outside."

He sighed. "Don't. You'll find out soon enough. Everyone will. Leia's received word that the First Order is planning something massive. Her spies say they're hunting for a weapon from one of the early civilizations, something out of legend."

Lando said, "They're wasting their time chasing shadows. Let them."

Rey thought quickly. "The Ladon'kres."

"We think so," said Luke. "They've already located one of their lost worlds."

"The Ladon'kres?" Lando asked. "That's just a nursery story."

"It's real," said Rey. "He knows about it. My parents talked about visiting there in my dream." They'd been off on an archaeological dig, searching for clues to the mysterious loss of the ancient culture. Ren must have seen reports.

Luke said, "I thought as much. That's why we need to find out what he knows. We need him on our side."

Lando said, "Luke, I know how much you care about Ben. You and Leia would retilt the galaxy for him, even after everything. I get it. But he's not coming home. At best, you're going to have to keep him locked up the rest of his life, either here or in a real prison. It's heartbreaking," he said, placing a hand on Luke's arm, seeing the pain on his friend's face. "Tell me you understand."

"I do. If he were anyone else, I would agree with you."

Rey said, "A Jedi isn't supposed to let personal attachment come ahead of the mission. You've told me that over and over."

"This isn't attachment," he told her, even as his eyes asked if she too was arguing with him about this. "I love Ben. I always will. I was there the day he was born, and I spent most of his life with him until he ran away. He is the closest thing I will ever have to a child of my own. But this isn't about feelings. Lando, what's the most powerful weapon you've gone up against?"

He sat back, thinking. "The second Death Star. I've heard the First Order had something that could outstrip it, but I never had to go toe to toe against it."

Luke nodded. "The most powerful weapon I ever faced was Palpatine. At this moment in time, the galaxy is balanced precariously between the forces of the Light, and the forces of the Dark Side, and three of the most powerful tools in the fight are on this space station right now. One's in a cell. If I can get through to him, if I can bring him back to us, we can win."

"He doesn't want to talk to you," Lando said.

And Rey knew. "He'll talk to me." She turned to Luke. "You saw him on the decoy ship. He hesitated when he saw me. I might be able to get him to open up. He's been fixated on me ever since we met."

"No."

"This will work."

"I don't want you going near him. You know things about him, but that means he knows things about you. He will cut you to the bone for fun." The weariness in his voice spoke volumes. Luke had been gutted like a fish over and over these past several days, yet he insisted on standing between Rey and the knife to spare her the same.

She wasn't sure what she'd done to deserve his bottomless kindness. She would do anything to repay it.

"He helped us before when I asked," she said. He'd been another person then, still impatient and irritated with everything, but kinder. "He'll listen to me."

Lando looked between them. "Why?"

"We were married for two years."

Disbelief rolled onto and smoothed off his face like a passing cloud. "Luke?"

"Long story," he said. "I still don't like it." That wasn't a no.

She pressed on. "You can watch me on the monitor the entire time. I won't be in any danger. I don't care if he says things to hurt me. They're just words." She placed her hands on the table. "Let me try." She made a fist with one, the flat surface cool under the side of her hand. "Besides, I kicked him to the ground the last time we fought. I'm not afraid."

"You're not, are you?" He closed his eyes. "Fine. I'll be afraid for you, then. We'll keep you in sight at all times. If at any moment, you feel threatened, or I think you're being threatened, I'm pulling you out. No arguments."

"Agreed."

"Second rule: give him no information. The less he knows about where he is and what's going on, the better for us. Don't even tell him who's on the station with him."

"I understand."

Rey steadied her own nerves as well as she could. The truth was that nervousness gnawed at her guts. She'd seen Ren briefly, both during his capture and when he'd been brought here, but they hadn't spoken since she'd woken from the final dream. She hadn't yet faced him, not with her lightsaber, not even face to face, not truly.

She approached the cell with Luke beside her. He asked her one more time, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

He unlocked the door with a complex code he wouldn't allow her to see, and let her step inside. Ren's cell had been given two small chairs and an equally small table, all bolted firmly to the floor. He had a thin bedroll, a pillow, and the remains of the rations bar Luke had brought him for breakfast earlier. Other than the narrow stool in the corner, and the water pump above it, the only sops to hygiene that could be found in such a place, his cell was bare.

She heard the door close and lock. Ren looked up at her as she took a seat on one side of the table. He stretched slowly, working out the stiffness in his muscles, then sat in the chair opposite, fixing her with a stare.

"It's about time you came in here, Rey. I've been waiting."

Reviews welcome. They're finally in the room together. How do you think it will go?