Obi-Wan Kenobi would have sat up and moaned as he had done so many times before, but, when he tried, he found that he couldn't. It didn't feel like he was paralyzed, and he shouldn't be, especially since he didn't remember getting hurt. It didn't feel like he was restrained, although that would have made more sense, since he didn't know what had happened to him. It felt like he was… too tired.

He almost laughed at that thought. Too tired! Why he hadn't been too tired to get out of bed since, since… since his Master was alive.

Remembering that, Obi-Wan resolved to get up. Qui-Gon was dead and he was training Anakin. It was already hard enough without having to explain to the boy why he was sleeping late.

Anakin! Suddenly, Obi-Wan sat bolt upright, memory shooting through his head, and pain shooting through his ribs. Ow. Not a good idea, Obi-Wan.

He lay back down, looking around at the room. Seemingly, he was in the Healer's Wing in the Jedi Temple. That was good, sort of. What was bad was that his nine-year-old apprentice was missing, disappeared into thin air.

Obi-Wan had been chasing around the Temple looking for him, sure that it was another of Anakin's pranks when he had heard whispering in some bushes by the Meditation Gardens. Remembering that he had played there as a boy, and assuming that it was some Padawans doing the same, he had moved closer. Maybe they could tell him where Anakin was.

The small opening was too small for him to fit through, or so he thought. But when Obi-Wan peeked around the bushes, he saw that the opening had grown. Shrugging that off, he remembered overhearing a few of the older Padawans commenting that they should cut through so they could get to it now. He had entered by the newly enlarged way, and…

Woken up here. Obi-Wan frowned. He hadn't been hit on the head, he was sure. None of the Padawans would have attacked him, and even if it wasn't them, his head was perfectly intact. So why had he been unconscious?

"So you're awake," a voice said suddenly. He looked up to see an alien whose species he had never seen before. It had a pale white head, and hands, with blue cloth covering her neck, arms and legs, and yellowish eyes. The voice sounded female. 'She' was humanoid, although taller than even Qui-Gon, and very skinny.

A young man only a few years older than Obi-Wan himself with blonde hair entered through the same door as she had. "It would appear so," he commented sarcastically.

Obi-Wan blinked. Something about the man seemed vaguely familiar, although he was sure, searching his memory, that he had never met him before.

"Wha-What happened?" asked Obi-Wan in a croaking voice.

The other man rolled his eyes. "Oh good, he's awake, and can talk. An added bonus."

"Anakin, shut up," the alien instructed.

That caught Obi-Wan's attention. "Did you say 'Anakin'?" he asked.

"Yes, that's his name," she told him. "I'm Taun We," she added as an afterthought.

"Bu-but there are no Jedi Knights at the Temple named Anakin!"

"How do you know I'm not a Master?" asked the man.

"Huh?"

"There is actually one Knight at the Temple named Anakin," he continued, ignoring Obi-Wan's surprise. "Me."

"Anakin, what did I tell you about talking?" asked Taun We.

"Nothing," 'Anakin' replied snottily.

"Well, what did I tell you about shutting up?"

"Do it."

"Well, then!" she turned back to Obi-Wan. "So, Obi-Wan…"

"Wait, how'd you know my name?" he demanded.

Taun We blinked, and then smiled. "Sorry. I sort of forgot that you don't know what's going on here. I know your name because Qui-Gon recognized you."

Obi-Wan started. "Did you say…Qui-Gon?"

"Yes. Well, your older self did too, after a minute, but it was Qui-Gon who really spotted it first." Ignoring Obi-Wan's look of hopeful confusion, she continued. "It's amazing, really, that he recognized you at this age after seeing your older self for so many years straight! He must have really enjoyed having you as a Padawan."

"Yeah, he was the nice one in the middle," the so-called Anakin commented. "After Xanatos, but before me."

"And what exactly did you do that was so bad?" teased Taun We.

"I'm naturally nasty," he explained.

"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Obi-Wan, wanting to stop these two from confusing him any more than he already was. "I was Qui-Gon's last apprentice."

"Not exactly," replied 'Anakin'. "We don't know who that is. See, he has an apprentice now, but she might be the last one, although we're not exactly sure. We all thought I would be, since Qui-Gon kept saying that he wanted to retire and go hide somewhere while training me (I wonder if that was my fault) but he didn't and took on a new apprentice just a couple of years after I became a Knight…"

"But Qui-Gon's…" began Obi-Wan, and then stopped, not sure of how to finish this.

"Dead?" another man entered the room. He had blonde hair only slightly shorter than the first's, this time with a beard. He seemed smaller than his friend, although a few years older.

"He's not," the newcomer continued. "Well, he is, but not here, if you get my meaning."

Obi-Wan didn't. He couldn't think of a single thing since waking up that he had understood. Maybe he should just go back to sleep.

Before he could, he heard voices from outside the room, gradually getting closer.

"-talking about, Master," a girl's voice was complaining. "Who is this guy?"

"Tiv, I've told you! He's just an old friend from far away." Obi-Wan stiffened at the familiar voice, but they continued arguing, ignorant of his confusion.

"Old friend, my 'saber!" the girl (Tiv?) exclaimed. "Why was he so beat up? Where'd that bruise on his head go? Why didn't he show up normally? Master, I'm not an idiot. I can tell when I'm being lied to!" she put an extra emphasis on 'lied', purposely needling him.

"That's enough, Padawan," the second voice said sharply. "He's a friend, and he needs our help. Jedi help those in need…"

"They also don't lie!" the girl cried angrily.

By now the arguing pair had entered the room. The girl looked to be about eleven or twelve, with dark hair and green eyes. Angry green eyes.

The second man, Obi-Wan knew.

"Master," he whispered.

The man looked up.

"Oh, Force," he muttered. "Hello, Obi-Wan," his dead master said.

Sorry about the ending, I'm just not feeling like writing today. I've been sick and I'm still feeling run-down, but I wanted to get this chapter up. The things I do for you. (Shakes head) How can you repay me? REVIEW!