Anakin was sitting on the couch in Padme's apartment with his pen and paper; with a severe case of writer's block. He thought and thought, but couldn't get any more ideas. This was stupid, he was Anakin Skywalker, and everyone knew that he had done everything possible. Wait, did that mean they would believe something that wasn't even true? He suddenly got an idea, and wrote down his thoughts as fast as his Jedi reflexes would let him. Suddenly, Padme burst through the door in a dark cloak covering her head.
"Padme, what happened to you?" Anakin asked.
Padme just glared at him, and said in an angry tone,
"That new Empire has REALLY done it this time! Today I was arrested for rebelling against the Emperor! By now they've probably noticed I escaped and are looking through the whole town for me."
"So? I've been a prisoner a lot of times, it can't be that bad."
"Really? Look at what the Empire does to its prisoners!" She removed the hood from her cloak. Anakin dropped his pen and paper and gasped. She was completely bald! After a few minutes of staring Anakin finally wore his shock off and asked her,
"Wait, don't you think you'll be kind of easy to find in your own apartment?"
"I'm not staying long; I just came for the disguise I keep in the closet." As she walked towards the bedroom, she finally noticed Obi- Wan lying on the couch.
"What is HE doing here?!" Padme shouted. Obi-Wan raised his head and responded,
"OW! Could you not be so loud? Blazes…." Anakin sighed and explained to Padme.
"He's hung over. He's been really depressed since his favorite courtesan died. Sarah, or Silk, or whatever her name was…" Obi-Wan raised his head.
"SATINE! HER NAME WAS SATINE!"
"Oh, get over it man! You should've gotten the message that she was sick when she passed out twice on the night you two met!" Obi-Wan just lied back down. Padme exclaimed,
"Oh, I don't have time for this! I need to find my wig!" She rushed into the closet throwing Anakin's junk all over the place. Anakin continued to write his newspaper article. He spoke as he wrote.
"And so with my advanced speeder piloting skills, I was able to find Zam Wesell single-handedly and quickly..." Obi-Wan quickly interrupted,
"That is so not true! No one is going to believe your phony stories!" Then the phone rang. Anakin went to go pick it up.
"Hello... Oh, hey Master Windu, how's your flight going... You're surrounded by what... Oh, come on now, you're a Jedi Master, and you're not telling me you can't handle a few snakes… I don't care if enough is enough, there's no need for that kind of profanity… Oh, take care of it yourself!" Anakin slammed the phone down.
"I found it!" rejoiced Padme from the room. She ran out with a pink wig on her head.
"Anakin…" Obi-Wan whispered, "I've seen that wig before. At the place where Satine worked, I noticed one stripper who looked like Padme wearing that wig. I asked her what her name was, but she claimed it was 'Jane Jones." Anakin's jaw dropped down way low. He tried to speak.
"Uhhh….Padme?"
"Can't talk now, the clone troopers should be arriving any minute!" Padme said. Obi-Wan commented,
"Oh calm down! Those clones are probably on The Island anyway!"
