Note: Items in italics are anything that happens while a character is meditating.
"So you were going to tell me about those visions you had when you were a Padawan," prompted Anakin, leaning forward and resting his chin on his palms.
"Mm. You see, it started as a vision, but by the time I was seventeen, it was much, much, more..."
18 years previously
17-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi sank into a meditative trance, allowing his mind to loosen its grasp on his physical body. Then he braced himself for the incoming visions...
He saw the same marbled blue-green planet he always saw, followed by the city with the huge Coruscant-like towers, the sparkling blue river winding through the town, a small house surrounded by trees, a tiny bedroom...
Then he saw himself.
Or, at least, a boy identical to himself, and the same age. The only differences were that this boy had no Padawan braid, no tiny nerftail sticking out at the back of the scalp. Besides that, they had the same hair color, the same eyes, the same facial features, the same nimble fingers even.
The other boy entered the small room and tossed his bag onto the bed. He sank down next to it, shutting his eyes tightly and leaning back until his head brushed the bedspread. His body shook violently, but he didn't seem to be crying or having any kind of fit- quite the contrary. He seemed to be trying to relax. And failing.
Obi-Wan watched this scene unfold with some measure of puzzlement. His visions, as long as he'd had them, had never shown him this other boy. Qui-Gon had dismissed the visions as delusions when he had first gotten them at the age of twelve, but now, with this new revelation, Obi-Wan felt it was time to bring the matter back to his Master's attention.
He vaguely registered said Master's voice, but the closer Obi-Wan edged to waking, the deep baritone got more and more distant...
A hand shook his shoulder gently.
"Coming, Master..."
The hand shook his shoulder again.
One blue-grey eye fluttered open, blearily taking in the image of the person standing over him.
It was not his Master.
A twelve-year-old girl stood over him, grinning. "Earth to Ben, come in please," she said, grinning. "This is Commander Suzanne, your sister. Houston, we have a problem."