The door slid open to Poe's office, but as much as she wanted to cross to his desk and slide unceremoniously behind the monitor, she waited in what she hoped was a nonchalant fashion for a woman standing at his desk with a small child in her arms.

Rey waved at the baby coyly, trying to elicit a smile from the small boy. He giggled at her antics causing his mother to turn around. Rey was unprepared for the reaction that came next. For her part, Rey smiled pleasantly at the woman. Most people seemed to notice nearly immediately that she was pregnant, especially parents, so she braced herself for the usual "when are you due" and that whole conversation. Instead, the woman's face turned to ash when she recognized Rey.

Horror. Shock.

It wasn't that difficult to read the woman's expression but the thoughts she was pushing into the Force around her were unmistakable. Rey winced slightly.

A few moments later, she was seated behind the monitors as she had intended, trying to get the woman's reaction out of her mind. The First Order data was disorganized at best, randomized at worst.

Phasma had the inside track. She must have had some missing part of the puzzle in order to have found the clip she showed the senate so quickly. Rey wondered at her memory though, did she remember all the children that passed through her courses? Finn had mentioned that she always knew his ID number by heart. Rey sighed as Finn came to her mind, why couldn't she remember him? In all likelihood, they were in separate divisions. She couldn't trust her recollection anyway, but Finn seemed to remember his childhood and he never said anything about training with her on the Absolution.

The personnel records seemed like they would be the easiest to sort through. Rey could understand why names were disposed of for standard letter and numerical IDs. All of the languages in the galaxy and various alphabets did create a challenge in record keeping. Still, since there was no need for a brainwashed army of kidnapped children, she didn't exactly condone the practice.

After what felt like hours she gave up on the name search. There was no record under "Rey" and she had no family name to input in the search field. Rey was the name she had used for as long as she could remember but she could never be sure it was her given name.

Poe rolled his ergonomically correct chair closer to her.

"Any luck?" he prompted her.

"I guess I should go ahead with the DNA test, I'll never be able to figure out which entry is mine otherwise."

"Well, do you want to watch any of the footage? I found another shot of you." He offered.

"You did? Are you sure it's me?" She asked.

"Pretty sure," he pulled up the video on the screen before her, "I haven't watched the whole thing yet, but I saw you walk in the class, so…here."

The video started to play. There was no audio, just a visual feed.

Rey was young, just like in the video Phasma had shown. She was wearing the scratchy black uniform Rey remembered in her dream. Her hair was pulled back in three buns, just like she wore on Jakku, so apparently she had learned that technique early in life.

The video played on for a few moments, it was some sort of class. She was standing in the front with the other shorter children.

Rey drew in a sharp breath when she saw Kylo Ren walk in the room. He was young too. Gangly, was the only word for him, just a teenager. He looked like he hadn't yet grown into his ears, or his nose for that matter. She couldn't help smiling as she watched him stride across the floor in front of the assembly of children. He started instructing the class in hand-to-hand combat forms.

The class must have been told to pair off.

Rey watched her younger self be partnered with a larger child. She raised her eyebrows as she watched herself kicking and swinging with surprising accuracy, far superior to the skills of her classmates. She was given a larger partner. Apparently, the First Order was not satisfied with merely being above average when more gains could yet be made. This new partner was a boy who looked quiet brawny.

"Seriously?" Poe asked as he watched the video. Rey had almost forgotten he was there.

She shrugged and shook her head, as baffled as he was.

The older boy got in a few good hits but Rey rallied and held her ground. After a moment though, it was obvious her small body was growing weary and she didn't have the stamina to stay in form. The boy didn't relent however. She was taking a beating. The instructor watched on, something like pleasure or pride crossing his features. Kylo stood back a moment, watching silently, guarded.

The boy got Rey down and was landing blow after blow. Still the instructor watched on, choosing not to end the set.

Finally, it seemed Kylo could bear it no longer. He lunged forward and grabbed the brawny looking boy by the shirt, pulling him off Rey and setting him roughly to the side.

Sliding toward the screen slowly, and unconsciously covering her mouth with one hand, Rey watched a young version of her husband lifting her small self to her feet. He steadied Rey's slight form for a moment before releasing her and returning to his former position by the instructor, who didn't appear to be pleased.

The instructor took Kylo to the back of the room, just at the edge of the frame. It was difficult to see exactly what was happening, but it was obvious he was reprimanding Kylo. Clearly, Kylo had overstepped his bounds.

Rey felt a tear trickle down her cheek as she watch Kylo leave the room, eyes straight ahead, never turning toward the small girl.

So, he had known her.

He must remember.

Why had he never told her?

"Where is the lab?" she whispered to Poe.

He paused for just a second, pulling himself away from the video playback to look at her, "Oh, for the DNA test? Downstairs, I'll take you."

Rey pushed herself back from the desk. It was time to get a few answers.