Hera stood frozen in her steps with the check in her hand. Had someone really been that generous? She might've cried if she wasn't so shocked. It was just the right amount to pay the rest of those overdue bills, and paying those bills meant she didn't have to send these already lost children away.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by someone joining her at the doorway. It was Sabine. She was new here, but she seemed to find her place right away. "Do you know those two?"

"W-What?" Hera asked snapping out of her trance. She put the check away safely in her pocket.

"Those two," Sabine said pointing at Caleb and Ezra just standing there. "Do you know them? They just keep staring at us, or the building, or maybe at you."

Hera squinted looking over at the two. "Um, no, I don't know them. But you are right, they keep staring. . ."

"Hey, wait a minute," Sabine interjected. "I think I might know one of them. I think I met the younger one the other day."

"Really?"

"Yeah. . .wonder what he's doing here. . ."

"How do you know him?" Hera questioned.

"Well, when I was painting the other day he came up to me and asked what I was doing," Sabine explained looking over at Ezra.

Hera shook her head. "Now we keep staring and it's getting awkward," she said with a chuckle. She went inside and grabbed her purse. "I'm going to the bank to hopefully cash this check. If you need anything feel free to ask Rey."

Hera walked down the front steps and climbed into her car driving off to the bank. Sabine stood awkwardly on the porch alone still staring at Ezra and Caleb. Something was familiar about the two, though she only met one of them. Ezra and Caleb began to walk away probably feeling as awkward as both Hera and Sabine did when all they did was stare at each other.

Sabine thought of waving hi, but then decided not to and headed inside the home.

· · ·

Hera pulled up to the bank and stepped out of the car. Could a bank even pull out this much money at a time? She had no idea, but she was about to find out.

She walked inside and looked around. It was cold, not in temperature, but it lacked any comfort at all. The only thing bright in there was a bowl full of lollipops for children who came along with their parents.

She sat into an old leather chair waiting for the banker to call for her. There was absolutely nothing to do but to wait and read signs prompting you to save for your retirement or your kids' college.

Rush Clovis stepped out of his office, "Hera Syndulla?"

Hera stood up and put on her best fake smile. "Hi."

"Come on in," he said walking into his cubicle. He sat down behind his desk and adjusted some pictures that sat on it. "So, I'm assuming you're here concerning the overdue bills?"

"That's right," she said slowly nodding.

"I'm afraid there's not much more we can do Miss Syndulla. We can't keep stretching your time to pay off the bills. Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money, but you need to pay it off. No more excuses," Clovis explained.

A real smile spread across Hera's face. "I'm actually here to pay that off." She slipped the check on the desk.

Clovis raised an eyebrow suspiciously. He took the check and stood up. "Excuse me for a minute."

Hera watched him leave and stared blankly at the desk. Each second felt like an eternity waiting for the news regarding the check. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes waiting.

Clovis walked back and sat in his chair quietly. "It's a fraud."

"What?!" Hera exclaimed loud enough for the whole bank to hear her. "It- it can't be! I was from the mayor! Well, not the mayor, but he was running for mayor!"

"Well I'm afraid he lied to you," Clovis said sympathetically. "I'm sorry, but if you can't come up with the money by next week, we'll have to shut your little operation down."

"Where will the children go?! They need me!" Hera's voice was raised and angered. Clovis looked around and wished she would calm down and not cause quite a scene.

"I'm sorry," Clovis said again.

Hera stared at him with tears in her eyes and stormed out of the bank.

· · ·

As soon as Hera got back home she rushed to the office and closed the door. What was she going to tell everyone? Most didn't have homes, and the ones who did left because their homes weren't exactly ideal situations.

Rey wanted to knock and ask what happened, but thought it best to let it be. She sighed and slowly walked down the stairs. This place had done so much for her, it was time to return the favor.

She went outside and hopped on a bike and went into the city. The only way she could help was by getting a job and working as many hours as it took to help pay those bills.

She stopped her bike in front of a little repair shop with a huge help wanted sign out front. Here was as good as any place to start. She parked her bike and walked inside.

"Hello?" she said to what she assumed to be an empty room.

A man emerged from the back room wiping his hands on his shirt. "Hey, how can I help you?"

"I'm here for the help wanted sign out front. Do you own the place?"

"I do now," the man mumbled. "What's your name?"

"Rey."

"Rey what?"

"Just Rey," she said sadly. "How about you?"

"The name is Anakin," he said almost just as sadly as her. How he ended up in a repair shop when he was just working with Palpatine? He was honestly confused. It had to do with the fact he protested Palpatine's actions and got himself kicked out of that little club, and now he somehow had a repair shop. This world was honestly so confusing. "Can you fix things Rey?"

"Yes I can."

"Then you got the job."