Rey stood in the middle of the forest ridge, her arms outstretched to heaven and her countenance seemingly transfixed by a radiant light that seemed to find a very reason to exist purely in her being. She was a creature of this light, completely, through to her very bones. Indeed, she burned so bright that he could barely gaze on her. As if in answer, she lowered her eyes and, her eyes smiling, reached towards him.
"Come on, Ben!" she called, laughing. Her smile was like the sun.
His heart flooded with warmth, and he started towards her - but his feet refused to move. Confused, he tried again ... but still his feet seemed to be outside of his control. The black void seemed to swallow him as he screamed her name …
… and awoke, drenched in sweat and the cool light of the galaxy outside his window. The officer was peering down at him fearfully.
"I'm so very sorry to awaken you, sir," the man said, his voice trembling.
"What the hell do you want?" Kylo barked, pulling the sheets around him. Normally he would be using the force to send the man across the room and laughing as his body hit the opposite wall and crumbled at the impact … but somehow the warmth from the dream still had its fingers wrapped around his chest and held him back, if ever so tenuously from his rage. "She's gone, sir."
"Who's gone?"
"The girl, sir. The scavenger."
Kylo veritably jumped to his feet, flinging the door open and sending the man flying through it in an instant. How could she be gone? He was seething as he pulled clothes on as fast as he could, his anger mounting with every second. It wasn't just that the hunt had gotten away.
It was that the hunt had something that he wanted.