One moment, Rey was lying on a rare grassy patch upslope on a higher crag on the west side of the island. The next, she was standing inside of a dimly lit room aboard a spacecraft.

She blinked. The light change had blinded her.

"You're awake this time," said a deep male voice. "Good."

Ben.

When her eyes adjusted, she scanned the room, wondering what in all the universe had just happened. Sitting on the edge of a wide bed was Kylo Ren. Of course it wasn't Ben. She took a step back.

"Now, now, none of that." He rubbed his face, exasperated. "I didn't even move yet."

"Where am I?"

"In my rooms. Yours leave a bit to be desired."

He looked up at her. The scar was back. She had to have fallen asleep, despite what he said.

"Are you pleased? I assumed you would be."

Rey's anxiety spiked. What was this? It was as bizarre a dream as she had ever had.

"Pleased with what?"

He frowned at her. "I let Leia live. Does this not please you?"

"I...yes?"

The frown deepened. He stood, smoothed his bare hands down the front of his shirt, and approached her. He was careful this time, eyeing her like she might turn and bolt at any moment.

"I know you view her as a mother. I did this for you. I have decided to take a different approach with you."

He very slowly reached for her, one large hand cupping her chin, and tipped her face up for inspection. This wasn't real. She didn't need to try to get away from him or fight.

What was this insanity, then? Her mind conjured nonsense. Maybe she needed to talk more often. Perhaps her solitude on Ahch-To was starting to wear down her mind, though she hadn't noticed it whilst awake. She would sit the Mandalorian down and make him talk to her. Little Yoda had finally begun to warm up. Maybe he would talk more now.

"Thank you," she said.

It seemed best to play along until she woke. No need to anger him. Or anger her mind's recreation of him? It was remarkable how accurately she had imagined him. The scar was perfect.

"We were abruptly interrupted last time we met." His voice was silky smooth and quiet, but intense.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. It was all the things he was not. Soft. Sweet. Patient.

What if she gave in to this? What harm could come of it? It was in her mind, trapped in a dream. Did it matter that this version she had imagined wasn't actually Ben? What would Ben think?

"Have some wine."

He released her and left her standing there, flushed. He went to a small desk and poured two glasses. He handed one to her, and touched the edge of his to it with a soft clink.

"To us."

She nodded, mute, and took a drink. This seemed so real. The wine was bitter. She rarely drank it, and wasn't prepared for the delicious warmth that bloomed in her chest a few moments later. She finished her glass, and allowed him to fill it again. Ah, what the hell. It would certainly make this easier until she woke up.

He smiled at her. Still a predator, but she could see little glimpses of Ben behind the tiny fissures in his careful facade.

"I don't like your helmet."

"I know. I know quite a bit about you, scavenger."

Rey flinched at the nickname. She hated it. He knew she hated it. This was the cruel streak that worried her most about him. Yes, she had been a scavenger. It was what she had done to survive, not who she was. She was thankful she'd escaped prostitution. Those nicknames would have crushed her coming from him.

What if this is real? A little voice in the back of her head kept poking her with the question. You haven't seen Ben in days. Maybe he returned to this somehow. Maybe you are the biggest of all fools.

"Where are we?"

"In my quarters."

The wine loosened her tongue enough to risk a little cheek. "Yes, we've already established that. But where?"

Ben shrugged. "Somewhere in the vastness of the galaxy. I can radio command if you want a precise location. I don't think you care, though."

Right again. She felt compelled to keep him talking. Before she could formulate another question in her wine-muddled mind, he swooped the glass out of her hand, and replaced them on the desk. It was covered with papers, but she couldn't see what they said. Several data pads were stacked in the corner, and a hologram projector sat in the center.

He stepped up behind her and buried his face in her hair. "You smell like the sea."

"Uh," Rey shook herself. Focus, stupid! It's your dream! "I love the ocean. I lived in the sand too long."

His long fingers twined up into her hair, gently tugging it loose of its fastenings. He tossed the ties to the floor.

"My grandfather grew up in the sand, too. He held no love for it."

Rey didn't know anyone who liked living in a place like Jakku. She stayed because she didn't feel like she had another choice.

"Anakin Skywalker?"

His fingers stilled. "Darth Vader."

Rey nodded. No use arguing about it. Luke had told her about Anakin once. In the end, he had abandoned Darth Vader. Just as Ben had abandoned Kylo Ren. They had both died, but the Force had accepted them regardless of who they had been.

He guided her around to face him, and kissed her again. The wine ploy had loosened her up, as was likely its purpose. She lifted her arms up around his neck and kissed him back. She felt wild and giddy. He slowly backed her up until the backs of her legs touched the bed.

She sat down on the soft bed, and opened her eyes to glaring sunlight. Little Yoda stood beside her on Ahch-To, the Mandalorian behind him.

"My son says you are in danger," said the Mandalorian. "Are you?"

Rey sat up. The wind blew her loose hair across her face, and she swiped it away so she could see them.

"I'm well," said Rey. "Thank you for your concern."

The Mandalorian nodded curtly, and they left her sitting in the grass, hair unbound, a little bit tipsy, and very confused.