Obi-Wan was back in his usual perch on the ledge of the large temple window. It had become somewhat of a nightly routine for him to sit and think about his troubles until an ungodly hour.

His brief meeting with Anakin had been extraordinarily underwhelming. He couldn't imagine what had drawn Qui-Gon to him, unless it was desperation.

"What are you doing up there?" called a small voice.

Obi-Wan was so startled he nearly fell off the ledge. "Don't scare me like that!"

The Jedi were so used to Obi-Wan's pondering sessions that they knew better than to interrupt him. It had to be Anakin.

Obi-Wan lept from the high ledge, landing directly in front of the boy. Anakin flinched but stood his ground.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" asked Obi-Wan.

"I can't sleep,"

"Typical. Let's go for a walk," said Obi-Wan.

"Is that allowed? At this hour?"

Obi-Wan paused. "No."

He briskly began walking out the front door as Anakin followed. It was a warm, sticky, humid night. Despite this, he pulled the hood of his robe over his face. Anakin also followed suit.

"Where are we going?" asked Anakin.

"We're going out. Have you seen much of Coruscant?"

"Well no, I just got here…"

"Perfect, I know just the place to go," exclaimed Obi-Wan.

"Won't people know we're Jedi because we're wearing robes?"

"This is Coruscant, everyone wears a damn robe," laughed Obi-Wan.

The Jedi Temple was located in the midst of the Coruscant cityscape, an odd landmark surrounded by sleek skyscrapers.

Obi-Wan led Anakin down the street into a bustling bar. The bar was small, cramped, and lit by neon colored lights. Obi-Wan navigated his way through the crowd as Anakin followed. He led Anakin to a booth in the back corner of the bar and sat down.

"Have you ever been to a bar before?" asked Obi-Wan.

Anakin laughed. "Yes."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened. "Where are you from again?"

"Tatooine. Little desert planet in the Outer Rim."

"How did a boy from the Outer Rim like you end up at the Jedi Temple?"

"First of all, I'm not a boy. I'm 13, and you don't seem that much older than me," laughed Anakin.

Obi-Wan was taken aback by his cockiness. "I'm 17, but I've been here since I was 2. Your story first."

"I was born into slavery on Tatooine, parents died in an accident, then my older brother and I were freed but ended up on the street. We just kind of bounced around doing odd jobs and staying in different places just to get by. I hated it. I was so desperate to get out by any means necessary."

He spoke cheerfully, but could not hide the pain in his eyes.

"One day my brother and I saw a Jedi in the street. We had never seen one before, but had heard all kinds of stories about them. He turned out to be Qui-Gon and he was looking for some missing Jedi. We weren't much help in his search, but we were able to help him navigate the area. I think he felt bad for us. At the end of his stay, he managed to find a farm for my brother to stay. And he asked if I wanted to join him and become a Jedi."

"Was it hard to leave your brother?"

"Yes. But I always felt like my destiny was to leave and do something with my life. My brother never felt the same way. He was content with staying and living a simple life. He didn't want to stay on the streets, but he didn't want fame and glory either. I'd like to visit him again someday. But what about you, how'd you end up here?"

"I was dropped off when I was 2. No idea who my parents are, and I don't really care. The Jedi raised me, they're my family as far as I'm concerned."

"Did you like growing up here? Even though you didn't really have a choice to be a Jedi?"

"It's the only thing I know. I mean who doesn't want to be a Jedi? It's an honor. And I feel like I'm a part of a big family. But I can't blindly go along with everything they teach us. There are too many rules and half of them are stupid. But you'll find that out for yourself soon enough."