Rey made her way down the corridor of the Falcon. She had rested and showered and now her stomach was demanding that she put something in it. Even a loaf of Unkar Plutt's algae bread would do at the moment.

As she exited the corridor into the lounge, she found Rose, laying plates around the table.

"You look better!" Rose greeted her with a big smile.

"Thanks. I feel better." Rey confessed, "And I'm just in time for breakfast!"

Finn and Poe laughed as they entered opposite her, Chewie just behind them.

"You missed breakfast," Rose explained.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Sixteen hours, give or t-"

"Sixteen hours?! Why did you let me sleep so long?"

"You needed it," Finn answered for them all, as he slid into the booth.

Rey opened her mouth to protest but stopped. She did feel better. Remarkably better. Something in her felt . . . soothed. Like the rent pieces of her heart were knitting themselves back together.

The power of a good night's sleep, maybe.

She glanced over the smiling faces circling the table. Or the power of being valued and cared for, maybe.

Did he have that? She wondered.

He had Leia and Han, Rey answered the doubting little voice sharply.

. . . but did he? He was just a child and they sent him to a man who was afraid to love him. A man who tried to kill him in his sleep.

The thought pushed the air from her lungs. What. . . what would she have done, if she hadn't had hope on Jakku? She had clung to the thought that her parents would come for her. Making her belief the anchor that kept her together, allowed her to survive mostly intact.

But Be- he had known no one was coming for him. What would she have done in his place?

Rey could hear the snarl and sizzle of a crimson light saber cutting through the air. From the corner of her eye, she saw the red streak, followed by a flash of darkness. He was so much faster than-

"How are we supposed to do this anyway?" Finn's voice cut through her thoughts, slamming the door shut on the bond and dragging her to the present.

"What do you mean?" Poe asked piling textured protein onto a plate. He gestured at Rey and then at the place beside him. She took the plate and settled down at the table.

"Well," Finn explained, "Do we just set down in the cargo bay, open the doors and yell 'Hey! We're from the Resistance! Tell us what happened here!'?"

"Oh!" Rose leapt to her feet, "I have a solution!" She punched a series of commands into the wall unit.

Rey felt a smile bend her mouth.

A second later, they were all lifting plates and shifting glasses so the holo could play without obstruction. It was an ad-vid. Excarga was looking for workers, preferably for families or couples looking to settle down and start a life. The ad promised a comfortable wage, lodgings, and schooling for children. Not so long ago an ad like this would have fueled weeks of daydreams. She and her family making a home someplace safe, where they could live comfortably. . .

"I figured we could pose as couples looking for work. Finn and I," Rose explained, "And Rey and Poe."

"I don't-"

"That's a great idea!" Rey's objection disappeared under Finn's praise.

Rose slid into the booth beside Finn and blushed when he pressed a kiss into her cheek.

"Smart thinking, Rose," Poe nodded in approval. Then he turned to Rey, "What do you think, Mrs. Dameron?"

"We can't use that name."

They all stared at her.

"It's just- " She stuttered under the weight of their shocked gazes, "it's just that the First Order knows that name," She gave Poe a strained smile, "It's not safe."

He nodded slowly, "You're probably right. How about Gotra? It was my mother's name."

"Good. Pretty," She added and shoveled some protein into her mouth.

"Mr. and Mrs. Gotra, pilot and mechanic eagerly seeking a better life and a fresh start."

"And not," Finn added, "Spies of any kind".