Rey was dumbfounded as she staggered towards the bus stop. She had no idea what just happened. Did she say something wrong? She knew that there was something odd about Kylo and the salvage yard's history, but she didn't know what. Maybe if she hadn't spoken at all things may have ended up better. Rey had a tendency to mess peoples' lives up, and the last person she wanted to do that to any more was Kylo. She despised the sadness and anger that radiated off of him because all she wanted to do was make him feel better. Make him feel like there was another person who knew his pain and whatever he was dealing with.

After 10 minutes of thinking about Kylo and what she could have done differently, the bus finally pulled up. It was a welcome blessing that distracted her from her own thoughts. She boarded the bus and sat for what google maps said was a 20 minute ride.

Rose had already responded to Rey's text from earlier about not needing her to go to the salvage yard, so Rey was on her own.

The bus stopped and let her off about two blocks from her destination.

Chewie's was apparently on the edge of town, so there weren't many nice shops around. There were a few bars, a grocery store, and some rundown motels, but besides that, nothing.

Rey cautiously walked to the front gate of the salvage yard and let herself in. A man with a full beard and head of hair peeked out from under a car he was salvaging for parts. He seemed to be in his sixties, so the amount of hair he had was surprising.

She gave a tentative "hi" as the man stood up to greet her. The thoughts about his hair were quickly quelled by thoughts of his height. He was TALL. Not just the 6'2 type of tall. No, the 7'2 type of tall. He towered over her 5'7 form and seemed to grow even bigger as he walked towards her. He held out his hand and gave her a kind smile. Rey saw that it was genuine, which didn't happen very often, and gave him a firm handshake.

"I'm Chewie. And that guy over there-" his low, grumbling voice cut off to call out to his friend, "HAN!- is my partner." Han was also under a car and rolled out to say hello. He held a grin that looked oddly familiar.

"Yeah, I'm Han. I know the place is named after my friend here, but I own the place." Han stood up and wiped grease from his hands onto his pants, leaving streaks of black along them. "You must be Rey. Leia told me to expect you today. Your car is right over there. Let's go have a look at it."

"You know Leia?" Rey knew that Leia had taken care of the car after the wreck, but she didn't think that the woman would have a special connection to the salvage yard.

"Of course I know Leia." Han chuckled and shook his head a little. "I figured she would have told you, but I'm married to her."

Rey stood there shocked with her mouth forming the word "oh". Her eyes were wide, and she joined in on his amusement.

"Well you obviously know Leia and how she likes to leave out details she doesn't believe to be important but are." He nodded in agreement.

"You have no idea, kid."

They strolled over to her car, and Rey's heart sunk in disappointment at the damage. She didn't know what to say except to state the obvious.

"It's totaled."

"Yeah, I'm sorry." Han sighed and tilted his head to look at her. Rey was sure he could see how hard she was trying not to react and become upset. "I wish there was more I could do, but the only thing this car is good for anymore is its parts." Rey could see the evidence of that right in front of her.

"She was a good car. My first one. I only had her for a year, but she was dependable."

"I'm sure she was, Maz cars can be like that. I had a Mazda cosmo back in '72. I realized then that I preferred older cars, and I never bought a new one again." Rey acknowledged his words, but she wasn't in the mood to engage in conversation at the moment. What was she going to do? She knew that this was a big possibility when she headed down here, but it hadn't been real until now. "So, what's your plan, kid? New car? Public transportation? Or even walking maybe?"

"I'm not sure. I don't have enough money to buy a new car now, so I'll have to save up this summer and hope I have enough to get a used one by the time school starts back. I'll probably end up taking the bus for the time being, though." Rey gave Han and Chewie a halfhearted smile. At least they were nice enough to act like they cared.

"Well, people get rid of perfectly good cars all the time and give them to us. If you stop in every once in a while and see how we're doing here, I may consider giving you a bargain on one of those working cars." Han avoided eye contact with her as if he felt a connection to his past self and took pity on her or something. She wasn't sure, but she was definitely grateful for the offer.

"Are you offering me a car? I'll stop by every week if that's what it takes!"

"I said I'm thinking about, but I'll hold you to that promise."

Rey smiled at his stubbornness to accept his own kindness. He seemed like a good person, and Rey found the urge to want to be like him when she was older.

"I'm looking forward to it. So, can I just leave my car here to be taken for parts?" Rey glared down at her shoes and silently scolded herself for being so blunt about what could happen to "Maz". This time Chewie responded gruffly.

"Yeah, that'll work. We should be done with her in about two weeks, so you can stop by then if you want to see the frame before it's crushed." That felt like ripping a bandaid off for how much it stung. She raised her chin to look in his eyes and saw that there was no ill will, only his nature at doing this so many times.

"Okay, well, I should get going then." Rey raised her hand to wave and secretly thanked them for not having her do any paperwork. "Bye!"

"Bye, kid. See you in two weeks. After that, I'm expecting weekly visits." Han grinned that familiar expression again, and she just couldn't put her finger on where it was from.