Jumps don't come as much of a surprise or event to Rey anymore. She's started to anticipate them now, and the new routine that's followed them. Except, if it's one thing time has taught her, is that nothing is routine anymore. She should've expected something to happen after the random drop of supplies last month.

Rather than prepping for any new arrivals, she has taken her leave in the wilderness, scouting for supplies or life of any sort that she could bring back to her tree-dome. She hikes with a bag slung over her shoulder and a combat knife in her hand good hand.

The white that follows the jump shakes Rey more than most. That isn't to say that others aren't shaken as much as her, but the blank void enveloping her vision sears a momentary panic through her. It isn't enough to spare her from the stillness. Her heart skips...

And skips.

Time itself has skipped, and she doesn't even know it yet.

When she blinks, the knife has fallen out of her hand, landed over the earth. Not that she's focused on the knife, or her bloody nose, or the fact that her head is pounding like someone's taken a rock to her skull. Her pulse races in her ears; the sudden wave of fear unlike anything Rey had experienced in a long while.

Without realizing it, her yells echo through the jungle. Recoils. Throwing her hands over her face until the white flash is gone, and all she sees is the back of her eyelids.

Part of her is thankful not to be at the camp, or around anyone, when vivid memories of a white light came flooding back to haunt her.