A.N. Hello once again. To all who are reading, I present to you, Chapter TWO!

I cannot guarantee that updates will be as fast as this one, since I have actually obtained a life outside the Internet. I have a crap-ton of reports going on at one time. I swear, teachers meet up and schedule their reports to be due at the same time.

Also, I am going to start inserting some different viewpoints in this story. You will be able to tell who is speaking, of course. Thank you for all your support!

I hated that I had to be the one to tell Senator Amidala what had happened at the Temple this morning. But, since she and Anakin were so close, I knew she would want to know. I knew she had a right to know. I knew she would inquire with all her might about where he was if she had found out any other way.

I parked my wretched ship adjacent to the balcony outside 500 Republica. The senator was sitting in her living room, and when she saw me approach, she stood up and prepared to greet me the proper way.

"Master Kenobi!" She smiled, her brown eyes lighting up. "How good of you to visit."

I bowed slightly to the senator. "Senator Amidala," I said, thinking about my choice of words. I stood straight. "Something very grave happened at the Jedi Temple today."

I saw her bright smile die away. It was replaced with a look of sheer concern. "What do you mean?"

"It's about Anakin." I told her everything, from the Council's verdict to the bruise on my rib cage and the tranquilizers. Mid-conversation, Amidala began to pace, hands on her hips. I could feel the worry inside of her increasing at alarming rates through the Force. I felt no surprise, however. I did not tell her where we were currently keeping him. If I knew this woman well enough, I knew she would immediately seek him out.

The last thing we need is someone else having a mental breakdown, or at least bordering on one.

"Thank you for telling me, Master Obi-Wan," she said. She was speaking to me as if she was addressing the Senate, as if there was a large crowd she had to keep herself together for.

"If they doctors tell us anything, I will make sure you are informed as well," I assured her.

She nodded.

"I had better be going, then. I have duties, and I am sure that you are going to be very busy."

"Yes," she muttered. "The Senate is scheduled for a meeting soon." The senator looked at me. "It was a pleasure to have you, Master Jedi."

"It was a pleasure that you would accept me."

I bade her farewell and climbed back into my ship. As I fly through the Coruscanti traffic, all I can do is think about what would happen if Anakin could not be helped.

My Ani. My sweet Ani. What have you become?

He had done something like this before. We had gone to Tatooine. He was guarding me due to assignation attempts against my life. Come to think of it, it had happened before this war exploded. He had had visions of his mother, and I had taken him on my ship to see what had befallen her. He went off to find her, and I had stayed with the Lars family. He came back with her body.

It was then he told me the sins that he had committed in the Tusken village. Everyone. Slaughtered. He wanted revenge. I did not how to react. Was I supposed to be scared? Was I supposed to comfort him over his loss? I faced the same predicament now.

At least someone had been there to stop him before someone else got severely injured or hurt.

I stared out the glass windows of my apartment, watching the sunset. Coruscant's skies were nothing compared to that of Naboo. That is where both of us should be right now. On Naboo, enjoying our time together.

It was then that I made a vow in my head. I was going to push the end of the war with all the power I had. When he is released from the hospital, we are going to run away. I have plenty of money. He could get a good job as a mechanic. We could be at peace.

He could be at peace.

I hated the Healer's Ward.

I was strapped onto a metal table, which is not the most comfortable place to be. They had put a suppressing collar around my neck, and I could not even feel the Healers working around me. I had been under constant surveillance the moment they put me in here. But I knew I had to get used to it.

Since I could not do anything, I decided to think. I mean, really think. Had this war gotten to me?

No, it hadn't.

Thank you, voice. It had been with me for a few years now. But I was not concerned about it. It was perfectly normal for a Jedi to have voices of the Dark Side urging them to do wrong. I dismissed it as such.

I was not crazy. The tantrum? They knew I had done things like that before. I did not see a problem.

The Healers were typing things in on a datapad. Probably to give to the mental hospital, no doubt. Whatever doctor that was going to be over my "treatment" would want to know all about the Hero With No Fear's mental status. The whole predicament was pointless! I was perfectly sound.

I did not need a Council, a Healer, or some specialist that I was not.

The tranquilizer was rubbing off. I started to move my fingers, glad to be able to move again. One of the Healers saw this, and it was a scramble to put an IV in my arm. I did not have Force abilities at the time, so what difference did it make? They must know something that I don't.

But, amidst all the tension in the room, I thought about one person: Padme. She was the only person who I could be real around. She was the only thing that could have prevented something like this. It then occurred to me that I would not see her until after they gave me leave from the hospital.

I wanted to sigh, but couldn't This was going to be a long period of time.