In consequence of an agreement between the two friends, Rey sent a message the next morning to the Resistance, to beg that an escort to take them home might be sent for them in the course of the day. They were sure that if an official escort from the Resistance were to show up to bring them home, the First Order would not dare attempt to keep them any longer. But Lady Mothma, eager though she was to see Rey and Finn back home, was wary about offending the First Order by insisting on leaving them. Her answer, therefore, was not propitious, at least not to Rey and Finn's wishes, for they were impatient to get home. In the postscript, Lady Mothma added that if Captain Dameron and his colleagues pressed them to stay longer, it would not do to disoblige them and risk inciting violent retribution. Against staying longer, however, Rey was positively resolved. At length, it was settled between the two friends that their original design of leaving Netherfield that morning should be mentioned.

The communication excited many professions of concern; and enough was said of wishing them to stay at least till the following day to fully resolve the conversations in which they had so diligently taken part; and till the morrow their going was deferred. General Hux was then sorry that he had proposed the delay, for his jealousy and dislike of one friend now much exceeded his desire of detaining the other. He no longer believed that Finn could be induced to return to the First Order, and though still keeping him on Netherfield might have its uses, Hux's desire to be rid of Rey was nearly overpowering.

The captain heard with real sorrow that his friends were to go so soon, but as his concern for their safety far surpassed his wish for their company, his attempts to persuade them to stay were merely a matter of obliging the First Order officials. Moreover, he was glad that the strategic information he had collected about the First Order would finally make its way to the Resistance base, and to Lady Leia.

Finn, for his part, was loathe to part from Captain Dameron, but his wish to return home to Longbourn was nearly as strong as Rey's. The constant reminders of his former life as a First Order Stormtrooper were growing intolerable.

To Mr. Ren it was welcome intelligence – Rey had been on Netherfield long enough. She attracted him more than he liked – and General Hux was uncivil to her, and more teasing than usual to himself. He wisely resolved to be particularly careful that no sign of admiration should now escape him, nothing that could elevate her with the hope of influencing his felicity or receiving another offer of being her teacher; sensible that if such an idea had been suggested, his behaviour during the last day must have material weight in confirming or crushing it. Steady to his purpose, he scarcely spoke ten words to her through the whole of the day, and though they were at one time left by themselves for half-an-hour, he adhered most conscientiously to his book, and would not even look at her. He was exceedingly grateful that he had remained masked through the duration of her stay on Netherfield, and that none of his facial expressions or emotions had been perceived by her.

To Rey this silence was welcome indeed, and she was glad to think that he finally seemed to have given up on ever teaching her in the ways of the Force. She did not think she could bear another day in his intolerably vexing company.

The next morning the separation, so agreeable to almost all, took place. General Hux's civility to Rey increased at last very rapidly, as well as his near-friendliness to Finn; and when they parted, he shook hands with the latter, and even nodded politely to the former. Rey and Finn took leave of the whole party in the liveliest of spirits. As they had arrived in separate ships, they parted each other's company in the hangar, each to their own X-wing. Climbing into the cockpit of her ship, her things all safely stowed in a storage compartment by a serving droid, Rey grinned broadly at the prospect of freedom from Netherfield and all its inhabitants. She did feel a pang of regret over leaving poor Poe behind, but, she thought reasonably, he had chosen his mission with his eyes open, and appeared to be quite safe at the moment. Absent-mindedly, Rey touched a hand to the locket that hung about her neck, and revelled in the Resistance's quiet triumph over the First Order. Then she started up the X-wing's engine, rose into the air, and soared gracefully out of the open hanger and into the wide expanse of the sky beyond.