Rey's dreams were cursed that night. She dreamt of a large grand room with gildings of red and gold. Men and women danced around the room in extravagant outfits. When she looked down at herself, she wore a flamboyant red dress which accented her bosom, and had a full round skirt. She stood at the top of a elegant staircase. Suddenly the room stood still and all eyes focused on her. Someone took her hand, Snoke. Wearing his golden robes and a sinister smile.

'Come my dear.' He purred. 'They are waiting for us.'

They descended the staircase hand in hand. Once they reached the bottom, Snoke placed one hand out in front of him and one higher into the air, Rey instinctively stepped forward, one of his hands went to her waist, and the other clasped hers in his. They began twirl together and the room once again filled with the sound of chattering and dancing around them.

'What's happening to me?' Rey asked.

'My dear, you are transforming! You are becoming a butterfly. Do not fear this.'

'I feel as though I am losing myself.'

'No! You are finding yourself! You're true self!' Snoke exclaimed as they continued to spin. Rey started to feel dizzy, and the room around her turned into a blur.

'Can we stop? I'm going to be sick!'

'No stopping now my dear, events are already in motion. You will become what you were always meant to be soon.' Snoke sneered.

The room continue to spin until Rey became light headed. She struggled out of Snoke's grasp and fell to the floor.

She looked up to see Snoke looking down at her.

'You're dead.' She spat up at him. 'You can't hurt me now.'

Snoke laughed, and Rey frowned as his laugh started to change into a feminine voice. One she knew all too well. She looked away, afraid of what she was going to see. When next she tore her gaze back to his, she saw herself where Snoke had stood.

The other Rey had black material clad tightly to her legs, a cape similar to Kylo's hung around her waist and draped the floor behind her. She wore tight black material across her chest, tied at one shoulder, and long black gloves from her elbows to the tips of her fingers. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head, her lips were blood red and there was some sort of black substance around her eyes that made her look fierce.

'You really think it was Snoke who was doing this? You just lied to yourself my dear. You refused to believe the truth!' The other Rey shouted.

'You are not me!' Rey shouted back.

The other Rey came towards her, and crouched down before her.

'Oh, but I am you, Rey. I am the darkness you try to deny. I am the darkness you yourself ignited when you chose to whore yourself out to Kylo Ren. I told you girlie, if you dance with the devil, you will get burned.'

'I don't want this. I don't want to become you!' Rey said.

The other Rey pouted and put a hand over her chest, 'Don't say that my love. You'll break my heart. You're going to like me. I promise. I'll make us strong. We will never scrounge or scavenge again! Everyone will bow down to us!'

'I don't want that.'

'Oh but you do darling or at least, part of you does.'

'Is there no way to stop this?' Rey asked.

The other Rey put a finger under Rey's chin tilting her head up. She looked deep into her eyes,

'Shhhhh…..I'm goina make it all better. You'll see.'

The other Rey pressed her lips up against Rey's and then she was gone. Rey looked down at herself and found with shock that she was now the one wearing the black garb. A full-length mirror appeared before her, she walked up to it and looked at herself. Her reflected smirked,

'We're goina have fun together. You'll see.' Her reflection said and Rey found her own mouth quirking up into the same smirk.

Suddenly, Rey's eyes shot open. She looked over at Ben who was still sleeping soundly next to her. Rey crept out of the bed and down to the cockpit. She switched on the ships communication system.

'This is Rey of the resistance. I am sending this message out to the first order. Lock onto my location and come get me. I wish to defect.'

After a pause, she finished with,

'By the time you reach me, the Supreme Leader will be dead.'

Across the galaxy, Leia sat upright in bed and grabbed her communicator.

'Poe! Get up! We have to go now!' She got out of bed and dressed quickly, managing to finish just in time before a half-asleep Poe fell through the door of her quarters.

'Poe ready your ship. We need to go now. Time is of the essence.'

'Is it Rey? is she in trouble?' Poe asked with concern in his eyes.

'No. It's my son. We have to save my son.'