Whether motivated by her stare or by something unknown, the figure finally turned toward her and pulled back his hood. Luke Skywalker. His hair and beard were white, and his countenance was haunted. He did not speak, nor did she. Remembering, Rey reached into her pack and removed his lightsaber. Taking several steps forward, she held it out to him. An offer. A plea. The galaxy’s only hope. She wondered what would happen next.