I recognise Obi-wan the moment he enters the room. He has grown a beard, and his hair is longer, but it is unmistakeably him. I know even more surely when he turns and greets me in the light, lilting tones that I remember so well. Oh yes, that is Obi-wan, but this? Can this be Anakin? This tall, handsome young man who stands behind him? "Ani?" I ask, and the incredulity I feel makes itself clear in my voice. He nods, and swallows. For a moment, I don't believe it, but then a cold voice of reason sweeps away the doubts. What? Did you think he'd stay a little boy for ever? It's been ten years, you know… I know it's true, but I can't help scanning the face for something to connect him to that sweet little boy I knew all those years ago.