Anakin woke up, early the next morning to find himself in a large white room. He knew he was in a hospital room because of the bright white walls and the clinical smell. What he didn't know was why he was there. And then, slowly, as he sat up, it all flooded back to him. Padme had been with him. She had saved the day, destroyed the Empire, brought back the dead Jedi...Padme. Where was she now?

Anakin pulled himself out of bed, rubbing hie eyes an stretching. His muscles ached from all the fighting. Then he realised that he was topless. He looked down to see that he was still wearing his Jedi pants, but his feet were bootless too. Looking around, he saw his clothes in the corner and pulled them on, tugging at the material until it fell in all the right places. He took up his black glove and went to put it on his hand to hide the black metal arm...but it was no longer there. He had his own arm back again. Smiling happily he threw the glove into the bin by the door, then pressed the button and listened to the swoosh as it slid open.

He was greated with more white walls and a long coridoor that seemed to stretch forever. A medical droid was winding it's way down the hall towards him, so he stopped it.

"Excuse me? Where can I find Padme Amidala?"

"Follow me Master Jedi. I was on my way to her room anyway."

Anakin followed the droid down the coridoor to a room right at the end. Obi-Wan, Mace and Yoda were all standing outside, watching through a window. They turned as he approached and Obi-Wan smiled.

"The Chosen One awakens." he said as he reached out and hugged Anakin.

"How is she?" Anakin asked after he let go of his friend and peered through the window.

"She's doing fine. They're just about to wake her up." Mace reported and Anakin nodded, pressing close to the window and watching as the droids scurried around, adjusting monitors and various other bits of equipment. Then one of them came to the door.

"Master Skywalker, would you like to come in?"

Anakin nodded, following the droid in. A chair was pulled up by Padme's bedside and Anakin sat in it, taking her hand into his own and stroking her fair skin gently. She was lying perfectly still, dressed in a pure white silken robe. If it wasn't for the fact that her chest slowly rose and fell with every breathe, Anakin might have thought she was dead.

"Talk to her." the droid said, before ushering all the other droids out of the room, leaving the two alone.

"Padme...Padme..." he called her name softly and although at first she didn't respond, he continued to call soflty until at last her eyelids flickered open and she turned to him in confusion.

"Where am I? What happened?" she asked, groaning as she adjusted to the bright light. Anakin helped her to sit up, fluffing the pillows up behind her to make her more comfortable, then he place one hand on her arm gently.

"Your in a medical centre. I don't know which one, because I've only just come round myself..."

"What happened?" she asked again.

"Don't you remember?" Anakin was a little surprised that she couldn't remember anything. Mind you he couldn't remember anything after the point where they had been kissing. I guess the Force really messes up your brain. He thought to himself, but he didn't tell Padme.

"Don't worry. Everything's going to be alright now. I promise." and this time, he knew he could safely say this and not have to worry about anything going wrong. After all, what could go wrong now. The Empire had been destroyed, the clones were now with the Jedi, rather than against them, and the Senate had at last accepted that the Jedi were not the traitors, the Chancellor was.