The more time that passed, the more nervous Finn got. They had decided it was best for Hux to go alone. It would be hard enough to convince Lyra to go with a man she knew and trusted, let alone the leader of the organization she had been brought up to hate. It was the right choice but that didn't make it any easier. Finn hated waiting. He paced around the camp, furiously organizing supplies and worrying. What if the plan didn't work? What if Hux couldn't convince Lyra to go? What if he did but something horrible happened along the way? But what if the plan did work? That terrified Finn almost as much, maybe even more. He would meet Rey's daughter. Lyra, he corrected himself. What would she be like? After being raised by Snoke, she was bound to be more than a little messed up. What if she was too dark to be saved? Then again, maybe she could be. Maybe everything would turn out alright. He could save Rey's daughter and take her home to her grandmother. Finn reorganized their rations for what had to be the 10th time that day. Where was Hux? As if on cue, Hux's ship came into view. Finn felt his heart begin to pound. He stood up and brushed himself off. He hadn't been this terrified in years, not since fleeing the First Order. As the ship landed, Finn found himself actually beginning to shake. It was time. The doors opened and Hux got out. He walked forward for a moment, then looked back. Seeing that no one was following him, he walked back to the ship and motioned to someone inside. This time, a raven haired girl followed him.

Finn couldn't believe his eyes. She really did look like Rey. But he had never seen his friend make that face before. Lyra's face was twisted in a deep scowl, her hazel eyes blazing with anger. Hux claimed she was only 17 but Lyra looked years older. Finn began to move towards them, slowly at first and then at a run. "Finn, stop!" Hux cried. But it was too late. Finn felt himself fly through the air, he hit the ground with a thud. The girl had force pushed him.

"What was that for?" he asked once he caught his breath.

"Lyra, what did I tell you? Hear the guy out first," Hux said.

"Fine then. Talk," Lyra growled. She glared at Finn. "Go on resistance scum, tell me about my mother. Hux said you knew her, prove it to me."

Finn pulled himself off the ground and starred at Lyra. He didn't know where to begin.

"Come on then," Lyra snapped. "Tell me about my mother. Prove that this isn't a trap."

"Your mother was very special to me," Finn started. "She was the first person to really believe in me, she gave me courage." He took a deep breath. "She was my best friend, but she was more than that. I was in love with her."

Lyra's frown lifted for a moment and she looked confused. "In love? You two were in love?"

Finn sighed. "She didn't feel the same way about me, but she was my friend. I was devastated when Snoke took her."

Lyra's angry glare returned. "Then why didn't you rescue her? Why did you leave her to die?"

"No one could find her, Lyra. Believe me, we all tried. Snoke had her well-hidden."

"And… I'm assuming you didn't know about me?"

"I had no idea. If I had known about you, I would have been looking all this time." Finn was pleading now, hoping Lyra would believe him. "I never gave up hope of finding your mother and I'd have never given up on you."

Lyra still looked doubtful. "Come here. I want to get a closer look at you."

Finn walked over to the girl and stood directly in front of her. She reached out her hand, as if she were going to caress his face. Instead, Finn felt a strange pushing sensation and then a terrible pain. Then, it stopped. Lyra pulled her hand away, then turned to Hux.

"I believe you know. He is telling the truth." She didn't look particularly happy about it. She seemed to deflate, her scowl melted into a look of defeat. It was as though her worst fears had been confirmed. Finn wanted to comfort her but realized he had no idea how. He didn't know this girl at all. Hux was right, she wasn't Rey. To his surprise, Hux came to the rescue.

"Remember what I said. I'm here to help you. So is Finn."

"Why, because he had a little crush on my mother?"

"You can trust me," Finn chimed in. "I'd have never done anything to hurt her and I'd never hurt you."

"All this talk about my mother," Lyra grumbled. "What about my father? I want to hear about him."