Rey was having a good day. Well-not good-there were people in her loft partying it up and doing God knows what to the furniture. It wasn't perfect but it was her life and she'd earned it. Which is, of course, when the psycho in the mask descended from the sky and demanded that the people of Earth hand over a girl. A girl who shared the same face as Rey. But it hadn't been Rey that he wanted. She'd found that out after he'd left her to die on a dustball rim-world on the edge of the empire. Rey had come back from worse(not really) and being dumped on desert planet wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was figuring out how to get back home.