Ben stood in the greenroom doorway, looking at Rey's body curled up in the handmade quilt on the daybed. He had to admit that the room was getting cold. It was November, and the windows and glass doors that filled the outer wall weren't quite sealed tight.

"You're really going to wake... me? Her? up?" Rey asked beside him.

"You, her, she," Ben shook his head, "She's alive and needs food and needs to take care of her body. It's easier if she does that herself instead of just having her as a limp body until we can get to Luke."

Rey nodded.

Ben closed the door behind him and went to squat beside the daybed. He waved a hand over her forehead and set his hand on her shoulder, running his thumb over the crystal that hadn't budged from her bicep. "It's time to wake up, Rey," he breathed.

Flesh Rey stirred, moving from her side to her back and blinking up at the ceiling. She suddenly sat up and then held her head.

"Where am I?" she whispered, the deep southern accent immediately dissolving as she rubbed her temples. "Where's Plutt?"

"Careful," Ben hushed, rubbing her back. "You're my guest."

Flesh Rey turned her head to look at him. She frowned as she tried to place him.

"Ben," he said, offering his hand to her. "My name is Ben Solo."

She blinked and hesitantly set her hand in his to give him a weak handshake.

"How are you feeling, Rey?" he asked, trying to gauge how she had changed now that she was no longer under Plutt's influence.

"Tired. Where am I?"

"Your room. This is Maz's house."

"Maz? Where's Maz?"

"Would you like me to get her?" He stood and then paused. "Actually, Rey, what is the last thing you remember?"

She shook her head. "I was trying to runaway from Plutt. He's not here, is he?" She looked up at him, her head wavering slightly.

"No, you're safe."

She weakly put her head in her hands again.

"Maybe you should lie down."

She obeyed, and when she took her hands from her face, he saw tears streaming down her cheeks, and as she turned her head to look out into the plant-filled room, they dribbled over the bridge of her nose.

"Are you all right?" Ben asked, again kneeling beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I think so. I have to be if I'm away from Plutt." She looked back up at him. "How did I get away?"

"That's a long story, and it looks like you need some rest."

"I don't need to be energetic to listen to a story."

Ben heard Real Rey laugh behind him.

"Can you see anyone else in the room with us?" he asked Flesh Rey.

She cast her eyes around. "Is someone hiding in the plants?"

"No." He looked back to Real Rey. "Will you come here and touch...? I want to see if she... you..."

Real Rey nodded and came forward, tenderly brushing her fingers against her body's bare arm.

"What are you talking about?" Flesh Rey asked with a yawn.

"Will you lay on your back for a moment?"

She obeyed, revealing the crystal on her arm. She looked at it with a frown.

"That's part of the story."

Real Rey reached out to grasp the crystal and try to pull it away. The crystal stuck, but Flesh Rey's eyes grew wide, and she jerked backwards. "What was that?" She looked to Ben. "Was that? That was me! Am I dead? Wait, I can..." She looked away. "I can see the dead. I've always been able to." She pulled the blanket around herself. "Please tell me I'm not dead? Is that why I'm so tired?"

Ben shook his head. "That's more of the story. Rey, you're most certainly alive, but..." he looked back to Real Rey, "not completely. Your soul is torn apart." He looked back to Flesh Rey. "That must be why you're..." He sighed. "Are you hungry? Can you eat?"

Rey, Flesh Rey nodded.

"We're having Thanksgiving dinner tonight. Do you think you'll be able to sit up and eat with us? I can bring food up to you if you'd like."

Rey's eyes wandered, trying to gauge her body. "Us? Who's us?"

"There's Maz, but I think that's the only one you'll know. Unless you remember Rose?"

"I don't know a Rose."

"Interesting." He frowned. "How old is Maz?"

"Oh, she's a few years older than me."

Ben looked away. "What year is it, Rey?"

"1975," she said confidently.

He smiled softly at her, but his shoulders slumped. "A lot has happened since 1975, Rey." He sighed. "When Maz tried to save you from Plutt, they ripped a part of your soul from your body." He looked up to the Real Rey and whispered, "revelare mortuis." Flesh Rey stared at Real Rey, and Real Rey gave a small wave. "Since then, you've been staying with Maz while Plutt kept your body. It looks like your ability to commune with the dead left with your soul. Or what part of your soul Maz saved."

Flesh Rey nodded and snuggled under the covers. "So, some of me is right there," she nodded to Real Rey. "And some of me is right here." She pulled the covers tight around herself. She rolled to fiddle with the crystal. "What is this?"

"We're stuck to them," Real Rey said, taking the violet crystal from Ben's desk and a blue one from the succulent pot to show Flesh Rey. "I've been here a long time, but when Ben moved in, I got attached to the crystals. I can't move very far from them, but they create a perimeter that I can move within." She came face to face with her body. "Ben's going to get us back together. Plutt had you, and Ben saved you, and he will fix us."

"Better not touch those. It wouldn't be good to have all the crystals stuck to you. At least not yet."

Flesh Rey's eyes moved between Real Rey and Ben. "How am I here if I'm also there?"

"Torn soul," Ben said. "Mostly dead." He waited for a laugh or a chuckle to the movie reference, and there was none. He shook his head and offered his hand to Flesh Rey. "Come on downstairs. Food will be ready soon, and everyone would like to meet you."

Flesh Rey sat up, the blanket falling from her shoulders, and she shivered. She was still in her work clothes, the tank-top and the jumpsuit with the top half tied around her waist.

"I bet you're freezing," Ben said. He briefly looked around the room, but there were only plants. "You can get back under the covers, if you'd like. I'm going to go see if someone has something warmer for you to borrow." Real Rey looked at him admiringly. "It looks like you want to keep her company?"

Real Rey nodded. "She is me. I like me."

Flesh Rey gave a smile as she curled back into the blankets. "I'll be fine."

Ben nodded and headed downstairs. Everyone was in the kitchen busying themselves with food preparations. Leia looked up first. Rose noticed and followed her gaze to Ben in the doorway.

"Did you wake her up?" Leia asked.

Ben nodded and smiled. "She's very much like our Rey. It seems like Plutt had some magic on her, and it's gone now. I was actually wondering if someone had clothes she could borrow? She's still in her work clothes."

Rose nodded. "Leave that to me!" She was already washing her hands and dashing up the stairs.

"Real Rey is with her, and you should be able to see them both!" Ben called after her.

"Then she can pick out her own clothes!"

Real Rey and Flesh Rey looked at each other for a moment.

"This is so strange," Flesh Rey whispered.

"I'd agree with you, but I've had a strange few months." She smiled and sat on the edge of the daybed. "But it is strange. We're the same person, but we've had different experiences." She tentatively reached out to touch her shoulder. "And, I want you to know, in case anything happens to my memories, that I love Ben."

Flesh Rey smiled. "I can feel it." She pulled her own hand up to her chest. "I can feel that warmth here." Her eyes traveled over Real Rey's face. "You were afraid that you would forget."

Real Rey nodded. "I don't want to forget. He's trying to resurrect me. I suppose that's the wrong word. He wants to...merge us."

"Because he loves you."

"Because he loves me."

"You're afraid he won't love you once he fixes us."

Real Rey nodded. "I'm afraid I won't remember that I love him." She took a deep breath. "But he's doing this because he loves me."

The greenroom door opened to Rose with an armful of clothes. "Hey Rey." She closed the door behind her. "I brought you clothes. Ben said you'd want to change." Rose looked between the two.

"This is Rose," Real Rey gestured. "She's our friend. She's Ben's friend. She lives here, too."

"Are you dead, too?"

Rose laughed. "No, very alive. My sister's dead, though."

"Am I your sister?" Flesh Rey asked.

Real Rey shook her head while Rose giggled more. "You'll meet her. Ben's trying to figure out how to resurrect her, too. She's legitimately dead. Buried and everything. Well, was buried. Long story."

Rose dumped her clothes on the bed. "Let's get you dressed in something clean and warm," Rose insisted, already holding up a couple of sweaters. "Is there something you like?"

Real Rey looked down at herself. She seemed to wear the same thing all the time, some flowing sundress. Her own arms were always bare, but she couldn't feel the cold. Flesh Rey was sitting up and examining the clothing.

Maz slipped out of the kitchen the moment she put the rolls in the oven. She had seen them bring Flesh Rey inside, and she had spoken with Real Rey every day since she had ripped her soul from her body, but she found that now she was awake, it felt like a dear friend had come home. She made her way up the stairs and rapped lightly on the door.

"Come in," Rose called.

Maz opened the door and closed it behind her and stared at the scene before her of Flesh Rey, now dressed in a sweater and jeans, sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed as Rose brushed her hair.

"Hello," Flesh Rey greeted, her voice now absent of the Southern accent Plutt had had her speak in.

"Oh, Rey, it's so good to see you awake," Maz sighed, rushing over to her to throw her arms around her.

"Maz? Maz!" The realization hit her. "How long...?" She threw her arms around Maz and buried her face in the comforting embrace.

"Didn't Ben tell you?" Rose asked.

Real Rey shook her head. "It is a lot. It's 2019." She looked to the women. "She doesn't remember anything after we were torn apart. She doesn't remember anything Plutt did to her." To me, she added to herself.

Flesh Rey shook her head. "I'm happy to see you Maz." She would not worry about the time that had passed now. She was exhausted and cold, but she was no longer in the clutches of Plutt. She was now in a home, the home she deserved. She was home with Maz. She had a friend in herself. She knew she had a friend in Rose. She knew that there was a lot that was coming up, but she was basking in the knowledge that for now, she was safe.

"Me too, Rey," Maz returned, giving her the tightest squeeze. "I'm sorry I ripped your soul. I'm so sorry you've had to go through all this. I'm so sorry I couldn't have kept you from that awful man." Maz's tears were getting the sweater wet, but Flesh Rey didn't mind. She had her friend with her. "I'm just so glad you're back here safe."

Real Rey kneeled beside them, setting a hand on Maz's shoulder. "We don't blame you. You've always protected us."

Maz turned her shining eyes to Real Rey. "Bless your heart." She turned to Flesh Rey. "And bless your body." She hugged Flesh Rey tight again. "Let's get some food in you."

The moment Rey, both Reys, appeared in the kitchen with Maz and Rose, the noise level rose, and Flesh Rey was embraced in a hug from Leia, and a handshake from Poe, and a hesitant greeting from Finn who was still afraid of getting tackled.

"It's alright, Finn," Real Rey said, coming to stand beside him. "She's exhausted, and she has the right accent. She's not going to beat you up."

Finn gave her a sideways smile. "That's comforting. She's more like you, now."

"She is me."

"She is you. Happy Thanksgiving, Rey."

"Happy Thanksgiving."

There was a knock at the door, and Maz bustled over to get it. "Chewbacca!"

The gruff hairy man shouted greetings, and he stepped aside as another man entered.

"Lando! You made it!" Leia yelled from the hallway, also coming to give the new guests hugs.

There was a whirlwind of greetings and hugs and introductions and explanations—as Ben had made the spirits of Rey, Han, and Paige all visible. Han and Lando and Chewie were caught up in their own reunion, and soon Lando dragged Ben away from the others.

"So, let me get this straight," he said, staring Ben down as well as he could, though Ben had nearly a foot on the man's height. "You kill your old man, let your mother clean up the mess, run off to the middle of nowhere, send me a rock that is somehow connected to your father's soul," he held up the crystal for emphasis, "and then you have your mother invite me to an early Thanksgiving?"

Ben blinked at Lando. What was he supposed to say to that? He and Han were already on better terms. It was a sentimental thing to have Han's crystals sent to Lando and Luke and Chewie.

"He still owes me for the Falcon!" Lando said, clapping Ben on his arm. "Just a shame I couldn't get to that scoundrel first." Lando pulled Ben into a hug, clapping his back.

"I won the Falcon fair and square," Han said behind them.

"Of course you did," Lando said, letting Ben go and looking back to Han. "There're no worries, though, pal," he said to Ben. "Han explained it all to me," he looked down to the crystal, "thanks to this. That's still a strange thing to get in the mail, Ben. I know your whole family is into this whole supernatural speak with the dead, cast magic, head off to Hogwarts sort of nonsense, but I'll stick to my business endeavors." He pointed at Han. "Actually you do owe me. I won that whole thing about who'd end up killing you first. I would have sworn it would have been Leia, but I'm lucky I just settled on family."

Han chortled. "It still could have been gang related."

"I didn't kill you because of gang activity, Dad."

"Fine, fine, fine."

"Hey boys," Leia laughed from the doorway. "Dinner's ready."

Ben never remembered a happier Thanksgiving. He cared for everyone who was there. The spirits wandered around, joining in on conversations. Han popped his head through the mashed potatoes, scaring Finn. Flesh Rey ate ferociously, especially once she got a little food in her. She gained color and energy, and Ben would smile at her and smile back at Real Rey who was flitting between him and Rose and Maz and Flesh Rey and Leia and Chewie and Paige. Food was eaten. Stories were regaled. Home and family were solidified. This was Maz's place, and this was Maz's family.

Near the end of dinner, as dishes were being cleared away, she took Ben's sleeve and led him into the tv room. "I want Paige to take my place."

"What are you talking about?" Ben asked, looking back into the dining room where Paige was laughing at something Rose and Finn had said.

"Paige. I want to give her the house, have her watch over everyone. I want to be the willing life."

Ben stared at Maz. "Are you sure?"

"Completely. I've been talking with her. She has a good heart. She's worried about what her life will be when she comes back. Because you are bringing her back, Ben Solo. You are going to bring her back, and you are going to use me and my life to give her back hers. Her taking my place will give her the life she needs and the sister Rose needs back. It gives Paige a purpose, one where she is not required to explain to anyone why she is not six feet under. I get to stay with the house and everyone here. This is non-negotiable, Ben. I've decided it. I've discussed this with Paige. She's content."

Ben looked back to the dining room. "When do you want to do this?"

Maz nodded. "New years. Finish up the holidays. Start at the beginning. A new beginning. This will give me time to tie up loose ends and make sure everything is set to be transferred to Paige."

Ben looked back at Maz.

"I told you, I'm an oracle, a fortune teller, something. I can see things. I can see this. This is what Maz's needs. This is what everyone here needs." She surged forward and took Ben's hands in her own. "And this is your home, yours and Rey's and both the Ticos' and Finn's. They belong here. I need you to help Paige keep this home safe. Paige can take care of the lives. You need to take care of the magic."

Ben felt his face soften, and his mind ran with ideas and images of the future. "How much do you see?"

Maz laughed. "Yes, I see you and Rey, both alive, both here, both happy. It will end well, Ben. But it's not the end yet." She patted his hands. "Promise me you will do this. Promise me you will use me for Paige and that you will keep this home safe?"

Ben nodded. He squeezed her hands and whispered, "I promise."

"Thank you. Now go finish your Thanksgiving. Your Reys are looking for you." She pushed Ben towards the dining room where Real Rey was leading Flesh Rey in search of Ben.

"Pie!" Real Rey chirped. "We were wondering if we could cut into them!" Real Rey had a hold of Flesh Rey's hand in in hers and reached out to take Ben's.

Maz smiled and hobbled to the kitchen. "Of course we can." She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Ben and the Reys alone.

"How are you, the both of you, holding up?" he asked.

"The food's amazing," Flesh Rey sighed.

"Well, aren't you chipper now?"

"She's doing so much better," Real Rey nodded with a smile.

"How is...?" Ben hesitantly tapped on the side of his head to show he was asking about their mental state.

Flesh Rey shrugged. "I don't have her memories, but I feel what she feels."

Ben raised an eyebrow and looked to Real Rey. "Is that so?"

Real Rey nodded. "We wanted to test something. We share emotions, so..." She nodded to Flesh Rey.

Flesh Rey stood in front of Ben on tiptoe and leaned forward. He froze, staring at her, and she put her hand on the back of his neck, capturing a curl of hair between her fingers. She brought his head close to hers and finally pressed her lips to his.

It was so utterly different from when they had kissed before. She was warm and solid in his arms. Not that she hadn't been warm before, but the warmth from her kisses from her soul had been purely emotional warmth. There was a weightiness now.

Real Rey let out a soft moan.

Flesh Rey and Ben looked to her.

"I felt it," Real Rey whispered, eyes tearing up. "Just like when we kiss, I felt it."

Ben reached out for her and brought her into an embrace, pulling Flesh Rey in with her. "You're so worried that I won't love you when things change. I won't stop. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He rested his cheek on Flesh Rey's head and smiled at Real Rey. "If you don't keep your memories or your feelings for me, I'll just let you have a new journey to fall in love with me, because I'll always love you."

"You've told him you love him, haven't you?" Flesh Rey asked Real Rey. "I feel how much you love him right now. It burns."

"How much we love him. I love him. You love him," Real Rey insisted putting her arm around Flesh Rey's shoulders. "Yes, I've told him. Remember that! Please! I can't forget. I don't want to forget."