It was another hot, arid and dry day in Jakku.
Rey was completely exhausted from all the scavenging she'd done today.
Like always, the awful Crolute Plutt hadn't given her the proper worth of the parts that she brought him.
She wanted to get out of here.
But she couldn't she had to wait for her family to return.
They would, right?
They wouldn't leave you here.
They love you.
A dark part of her - perhaps the one that spoke the truth whispered that they're dead. Gone.
She brushed those depressing thoughts aside and clung on desperately to a tiny bit of hope she had left.
Her family would come.
They would get her out of this this hellhole for sure. She would see the wonders and beauty this vast, vast galaxy had to offer.
She climbed up the battered old body of her AT-AT Walker- her home and sat looking up to the sky, the stars that shimmered in the darkness holding a promise for more.
Hours later, on her worn out hammock she was lulled to sleep by the ever present, soothing and loving voice that said,
"I will come back for you sweetheart. I promise."