Qui-gon walked with Anakin at his side, through the temple hallways. Qui-gon had decided earlier that morning that he needed a good sparring session. After sitting around and moping about none of his usual partners being available, he realized he could go to the sparing center and see who was there. It might not be what he was used to but it might help him to spar against someone new. As he began tp get up to put his bright idea in motion Anakin came home from his latest session with Obi-wan. Qui-gon quickly prepared himself for a barrage of questions. Usually they were ones he couldn't answer. He wondered what on earth Obi-wan was teaching the boy. But since Anakin seldom asked the same question twice whatever it was must have been working.

In fact the only question Anakin had asked the he had never been able to find an answer for was what Obi-wan's native planet was. But if Anakin kept learning at the rate he was at now he would figure it out soon enough. He hope Anakin told him when he figured it out. He had some interest in the matter himself.

Anakin made beeline for Qui-gon once through the door. But he stopped when he saw that Qui-gon was dressed in worn tunics and carried a small duffle. Before he could comment Qui-gon spoke up. "Would you like to come watch me spar?" Anakin looked at Qui-gon as if he were crazy.He quickly aswered "Totally! That would be so wizard!" Qui-gon quickly ushered him out the door and towards the sparing center.

Anakin kept up a steady stream of chatter on the way there. Mixed in with the tale of his day were questions. And then came a hard question. A question that Qui-gon could not give an answer of "Why don't you ask master so and so" to. It came out of the blue an totally knocked him for a loop. "Why is Obi-wan so sad all the time?" And before he could answer that one came another hard question. "Why don't I ever see Obi-wan's master?" That shook what little bit of his brain was still functioning into oblivion. While Qui-gon tried to collect himself Anakin went on. And unknowingly rammed the proverbial knife a little deeper with each word. "I mean it's really weird. All the other padawan's live in suits with their masters. Obi-wan lives alone. And he doesn't have a lot of the ties in his braid that the others have. And the other padawan's are always bragging about their masters. I've never heard Obi-wan sat anything. Hey do you know who Obi-wan's master is? I think who ever it is, is the one making him sad. Maybe he's mean or something. But I didn't think masters were supposed to be mean..."

The boy once again kept up the stream of chatter as his thoughts began to drift elsewhere. But Qui-gon's thoughts stayed on his Padawan. The Padawan that he had almost no hand in training. The Padawan that was going to be a knight soon. The Padawan that was...In the sparing center.

While Qui-gon had been woolgathering and Anakin had been chattering they had reached the sparring ceter. And there in the far half of the room was Obi-wan. He was apparently teaching some other padawan's some light saber kata's. As he watched the group of padawan's finished the kata and turned to thank Obi-wan. He interacted with them for a few moments and the they began to leave. Obi-wan stretched for a second before wandering over to the list.

The list was an electronic board on the far wall that listed all the senior padawan's, knights, and masters that were available for sparring session. Obi-wan quickly checked the list and then shrugged. With a grace that Qui-gon still found unsettling Obi-wan walked back to his bag and picked it up. Then to Qui-gon's surprise he began heading their way!