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Rey felt the tug in her mind, sighing softly as she knew what was to come next.

She blinked, and blinked, and blinked. When she was certain she wasn't going crazy, Rey blinked again, just to be safe.

An open newspaper blocked her view, but she had a good idea on who was reading it. The headlines said: FIRST ORDER DESTORYS PLANETS; THEN STEALS A GIRL on the front page. Breathing on the other side of the paper. Rey tries not to scream.

Kylo Ren does for her when he puts the paper down and sees her.

"Do you mind?! Could you give me some privacy?!" He yells.

"I'm sorry," Rey says sarcastically, "I can't control how this thing works!"

"J-just turn around and let me finish –" Kylo Ren starts, but Rey waves him off.

"No." She says flatly. "No. I am not doing this right now, we'll talk later. And Gungan-print underwear, seriously?!"

Snoke pinches the bridge of his nose, wishing he could have timed that moment a little better. He quickly requested the usual drink, something to burn away the image that he just saw. He had to agree with the girl for once, his apprentice had a bad taste in apparel.

Somewhere on Naboo, an old Gungan broke down crying over some imaginary offense.

Luke stares as Rey rams her head against the wall of one of the huts on the island.

"Rey, what are you doing?" Luke sighs.

"I don't want to talk about it…" Rey's voice is mumbled as her lips are pressed against the stone. The image burned into her brain…she shudders, wishing they had interacted when Kylo Ren was simply shirtless and not pant-less…

Author's Note: I don't understand how some people think The Last Jedi is worse than the prequel trilogy, those had horrivle acting, humor and writing. May Carrie Fisher rest in peace.