They land on Dagobah, fuel in the engine so low that they plummet through the atmosphere like a dead weight. The ship moans like it will break into pieces, but suddenly, it begins to float.
It rocks lightly back and forth and then lands on top of the trees, breaking the lianas with its weight, sending unseen creatures run away in panic.
Finally, they stop in a dense swamp. The landing is almost too peaceful and too muffled.
Almost like a dry leaf landing on a forest canopy.
There is a moment of deafening silence. He is deeply perplexed, but soon a jolt of energy goes through him. Ship makes a strange, wailing sound.
"Quickly, it'll be swallowed up", he says and helps her to her feet. They scramble through what almost feels like quick-sand to the nearest solid ground.
And then they collapse, panting.
The swamp devours the ship with a gurgling sound.
Rey has to breathe in – has to comprehend all of this.
Breathe.
The skies above are overcast. The silence falls back on the swamp, filled only with the murmurs of the planet's strange life forms.
Her olive green cape is soaked with sweat and stained with mud.
They sit there in silence for some time.
"Can they track us down?"
"I scrambled the signal. The ship is stealth technology – it should remain undetected to everyone, unless the pilot wants it to".
Do you?
No.
He is solemn. He is pensive.
"I didn't set the coordinates to Dagobah", he utters eventually.
They look at each other for the first time since that tug of war in the Throne Room. And she sees nothing but sort of melancholy and confusion in him now. No threat, just growing sadness.
Something between them flexes and unwinds, and falls gently into its place like a dislocated joint under the care of a skilled healer.
There is something that pulled them both to this place.