"Wha- what's that supposed to - oh, come on. I guess you don't get a lot of aliens around here, do you?"
"I mean - sometimes. But not like… usually."
"Well, at least I'm not completely in the middle of nowhere. What races do you know?" Anakin pressed a hand against his head, wincing a bit. Man, he needed to meditate.
"Oh, um. Kryptonians, Tamaranians, a buncha Green Lanterns… but some of them are different species I think. Stuff like that?"
"Man… none of this makes any sense to me. What space sector is this?"
"Sector? I dunno, man. It's… Earth. I think we're in the Milky Way?"
"Wait. You said Green Lanterns? Do they… patrol space?"
"Yeah. Like police or something… look, man, where did you come from? Are you a super hero?"
"Oh no. Oh no. I'm in the Lost Quadrant!"
"What?"
"You… it's a section of space that's been cordoned off for eons since the Great War of the Sith… I bet that means nothing to you."
"... Do you need anything, dude?"
"Ugh… yeah, food. And to be able to lie down. You got a house, kid?"
"I guess. Are you really an alien? Are you gonna be a superhero?"
"I… I don't know what that is."
"Well, come on. I'll tell you all about it. I don't think my mom will mind too much. Since you're a real life alien and you need help and everything."
"Thank you." The kid shrugged, and started off, explaining all about a League of Justice and Outlaws and Outsiders, and all Anakin can do is wonder what he's supposed to do now.