Jyn looked at the receipt in front of her, and checked the total again against the change in her palm. It was so odd, all the physical money rattling around in her purse - and whose idea was it to come up with paper money? She shook her head at the frankly limp note that was nestled in her palm and shoved the whole lot into a small purse. Then she shoved it in her pocket and stepped outside to begin the short walk back to their apartment.
They had been back to the police station more than once in the past week: the cops there had been kind, asking them some more questions and helping fix them up with temporary identification. Every other day a social worker came around to check on them and a few days ago they had been given a large computer called a 'laptop' and who small items called 'mobiles'. Cassian had used them rather enthusiastically, but Jyn regarded both with a certain amount of irritation. Compared to tech she was used to dealing with these items were positively from the dark ages: they did not respond to voice commands, it took about several different button presses to get anything done, and they seemed to run out of any power after about a few hours.
But she had understood their value, and appreciated a means to keep in contact with Cassian when they weren't in the same place. Then there was this thing called 'Google', which Cassian had become rather good at using, as well as what seemed to be an encyclopedic website called 'Wikipedia'. The first day they had got their laptop they had sat at its screen for hours clicking on page after page until both of them were so tired they had fallen asleep together on the couch.
As Jyn finally reached their apartment block and fumbled with the keys so she could open the door Jyn thought back to that evening and everything they had read. This really was a world with no Empire, no stormtroopers, no Death Star. Damn, these people had barely got past their own moon when it came to intergalactic travel. That's not to say there were no bad people on this world: no, there were bad people on every world, but Jyn had shared a look with Cassian the following morning and she knew they both of them had realised that their fight was truly over.
Both dealt with this in their own way.
Jyn was about to push open the door to their apartment when she paused, key in lock.
There were people talking inside. Their social worker wasn't due to come for another day - who could it possibly be?
She strained to hear their voices through the door, but after a few moments of mumbled conversation, and with a heavy plastic shopping bag weighing on her arm, Jyn gave in and pushed the door open.
Cassian was sitting at the kitchen table, face glued to the screen in front of him. Sound coming out of the laptop suggested that whoever he was watching was having a conversation, one that didn't make any sense to Jyn at all.
He pressed a button as she came in, and looked up, smiling.
"How were the shops?" he asked.
Jyn raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"Nothing special, as always," she said. "I thought I'd make us pasta tonight. I bought different sauces so you could pick out what you wanted."
He got up off the chair and took the bag from her hand to empty its contents on the kitchen table. Jyn glanced at the open screen where two men were frozen in conversation.
"What's that you're watching?" Jyn asked.
"I found movies online," said Cassian, his voice buzzing with excitement. "I thought we could start watching some of them in out free time."
"All our time is free time," said Jyn casually.
There was silence as Jyn took out a pot, and she turned around, looking at Cassian curiously.
"What is it?" she asked.
Cassian took a deep breath, still gripping a jar of puttanesca.
"Well," he said hesitantly. "I found something."
Jyn placed the pan gently on the countertop.
"You found something."
"Right. I saw something on the news. Reports of a blind man discovered in Hong Kong riddled with wounds and not knowing where he'd come from. Apparently he's in stable condition in a hospital, but police are appealing for anyone who might know him to come forward."
Jyn's mouth dropped open.
"You don't think -" she began, and Cassian nodded.
"I wonder if it's Chirrut," he said softly. "I mean, we're here, aren't we? What if whatever it was that brough us here brought the others here too."
A smile burst over Jyn's face.
"What if we get to see everyone again," she said, smiling. "Where is this Hong Kong, Cassian? We have to go there if there's even a chance Chirrut might -"
"Hong Kong is on the other side of this planet, Jyn," he said, sadness in his voice. "I don't even know how we'd start trying to get there. And then I was thinking about it. About the chance to see everyone again, if all of us were taken here. Jyn, what if really *all of us* were taken here?"
Jyn frowned.
"What do you -" she began. "Oh."
Cassian nodded.
"Right."
She swallowed and took a deep breath.
"Well, surely we'd hear about it if lots of people started showing up on this planet with no idea who they were?"
Cassian nodded and took the pan from the countertop, filling it up with water from the tap.
"That's what I was thinking too," he said, and turned back to her, giving her a smile. "I'm hoping that's good news for us."
Jyn tried to calm all the thoughts racing through her mind as next to her she saw Cassian place the pot on the stove and turn the heat up.
"What are you watching?" she said, for something to distract her.
He grinned as he reached over for the pasta packet.
"I just started it," he said. "It's a film called 'Notting Hill' which this lead character - his name's Will Thacker - has just told me is a place in London."
"That's the capital city of this country, isn't it?" she asked, thinking back to what Wikipedia had told her.
"Right," Cassian replied. "Want to watch it with me? From what I have seen of it so far, it is quite funny."
Jyn reached over to the jar of sauce on the table and opened it absentmindedly.
"You know, I could do with a laugh right now," she said. "Go on, hit that play button."
