The ride to the outer rim is taking hours, with temporary landings to refuel and drop off cargo. The temperature keeps rising in the dark, claustrophobic cargo hold: sweat drips down on my forehead and my stomach churns in discomfort.

After more time passes I begin to wish for the obnoxious beeping from the monitors in my old room; because the sounds of these unknown creatures in the dark is unnerving to say the least.
The heat and disgusting smells almost cause me to lose consciousness; my pounding headache is like a painful melody willing me to sleep…

The sound of the door suddenly opening shocks me into becoming aware. I open my eyes and see the room around me for the first time in hours. I hadn't felt the ship land this time, but I am shoved off board along with a range of boxes, and left in a foreign world, watching my couriers fly away.
I glance down at the ground, lovely, lush grass pokes through the dirt; I look up and see the land fall away a few metres in front of me, I walk over to the edge. There is a large cavernous drop into the raging ocean below. I look to my left, and then to my right, there are forests on either side. I look over my shoulder, the trees wrap around enclosing me in a circle of green. I hear the call of a small flock of birds as they erupt from the trees behind me and into the cloudy sky, flying in the direction of the orange sun. The air is warm and humid and I feel the sweat drip down my forehead. Where in the galaxy am I? Why did general Organa order for me to be sent here? I wanted to start a new life, and I won't be able to do that on a planet that only has birds as company. I notice a presence close to me; I turn around cautiously, my hand on the zipper to my bag, ready to dig for my blaster. That's when I see her, standing on the other side of the clearing. The sun seems to break free from its cover and she glows under its rays. Resembling the ancient myth of an angel, her hair isn't in the three buns she wears when she has more important thing to worry about than her hair; instead all of it is gathered like a halo which crowns her head.

I am unable to move, and neither can she. Neither of us speaks, I silently thank The General for sending me here; and I thank the aliens for delivering me to her. She has a beautiful smile on her face, her skin almost shines in the light of the sun and she almost doesn't seem real. Once my mind can comprehend that she is on the other side of the glade my feet start to move, pressing the grass down under my feet as I stride up to her. She stays where she is, as if she expected me to arrive. I don't know what to do when I reach her: do I shake her hand? Do I hug her? Do I not touch her at all? I decide that a gentle hand to her shoulder will suffice. I can tell I am grinning from the way my cheeks start to ache. I am just about to reach her; and her unexpectedly opens her arms invitingly, elated by her offer and I rush to embrace her. I close my eyes as I am about to wrap my arms around her, but she disappears and my arms grasp only at the air.

I reach out to try and find her, but she is nowhere to be found, and I cannot reopen my eyes. I am in darkness and it is suffocating. I fumble around searching for her, attempting to open my eyes. The soft grass disintegrates and I feel my entire body lying upon a grainy surface. The sharp tang of salt and biting scent of sand floods my scenes. My throat is dry and I feel my upper limbs push me up. My sight returns and I looking directly at the yellow crushed shells I was face down upon. I hear the roar of the waves and feel my heart sink as the realisation washes over me.
I sit back upon my legs, overlooking the ocean; the sun's warmth is satisfying unlike the one in the cargo hold.
I stand to my feet, remove my laced up boots and leave them with my bag which is next to me on the sand. I stare right ahead and walk directly towards the water, the feeling of the sand beneath my toes is oddly comforting. I roll up my pants and let the clear blue water approach me, the sensation of the small waves crashing against my bare skin is foreign but soothing. I wonder what else is on this planet, having not yet seen someone else, but I have a strong belief I can start a life here. One far away from the First Order, away from the Resistance... Away from Rey: the first person who looked at me like I was someone to be admired. I won't see that look in anyone else's eyes again, and I am oddly grateful.
I wonder if she would like the ocean, or if the sand would remind her of her home...

The ocean chases after me as I walk out, and back to my belongings. I collapse down onto the warm sand, spreading my limbs to absorb the warmth of the sun, the cold wind running up my body, as I close my eyes.

A few days have passed, I have explored this new world, a large township, and housing estates occupy most of the world I have seen so far. I decide I will have to look for some employment if I am to survive and start a real life here.

It is the late morning when I enter the general store, which stocks exotic fruits and essential items and I ask if they have any availabilities. The owner of the store tells me to return in a week or so for he has a suspicion one of his employees is going to move to another colony.
"Thank you, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a temporary position until then?" I ask, living off what I can find will not be sufficient for much longer.
"Are you new here, I haven't seen you in our colony before?" He is genuinely curiously, glancing at the large bag I awkwardly carry everywhere.
"I flew in a few days ago, wanted to start somewhere new," I admit, and he nods in an understanding manner.
"If you like, you could return tonight and assist in stocking the shelves and making sure there isn't any produce or products that are not suited for sale. I'll give you a small profit," I try to contain my joy at the thought of being able to purchase something with money that I earned,
"Thank you! Yes, please, I would appreciate that," The owner extends his hand and I take it firmly. He nods in a kindly dismissive manner, and I smile in return before exiting the store.

I stroll happily down the street towards to ocean, my bag swinging against my hip. A few clouds occasionally obscure the shining sun which causes the wind to pick up a bitter chill, but the warmth I feel inside compensates for the occasional bout of goose bumps.
I pace towards the ocean, letting my bag fall from my shoulder as I take off my shoes, placing them next to me as I lay down upon the sand. I close my eyes, the crashing waves creating a calming rhythm that sends me to sleep.

In a foggy, confused state I feel the wind become extremely cold. My eyes rapidly flutter open. That wasn't the wind, it was the ocean. I look up from my soaking pants and to the horizon. I recognise it instantaneously, flying directly for me, the Millennium Falcon…