Anakin wandered through the streets of coruscant, the blinding lights blurring together in the cold rain. People hurried past him, huddled in their cloaks to ward off the chill from the wind, not paying him any mind. Holos played in the background- anything from advertisements to the most recent senate address, but they were drowned out by the sound of speeders rushing past and people mingling through the upper levels of coruscant. He remembered coming through these streets when he first came to the temple. Anakin had never seen so many people, buildings, anything really. But now, even though he was surrounded by them, he felt alone.

Obi-Wan pulled the hood of his cloak up and over his head, trying to keep the rain out of his eyes. He quickly hurried down the steps of the temple, searching for any signs of Anakin, but saw nothing. He blinked the rain out of his eyes and tried scanning the area again. People passed the front of the temple, but none of them looked like a disheveled 15-year-old boy. Obi-Wan felt the panic, the fear, begin to grow inside of his chest, and he took a deep breath before releasing those feelings into the force. They would not help him find Anakin; they would only distract him. He reached out into the force- trying to see if he could sense anything through his bond with Anakin.

An overwhelming feeling of dead washed over him as he felt through the bond what Anakin was feeling. Obi-Wan blinked again several times, but this time it was not because of the rain. He gritted his teeth, and he knew that he must find his padawan before someone else did.

Anakin had lost count of the amount of times he had stumbled over his own two feet in the past… stretch of time. Like the lights above him, his thoughts were blurring together into a mess of emotions that he found harder and harder to control. The fear of failure, rejection, punishment all ran through his mind as he thought about how his master would react to his rash behavior. He could already see the incoming lecture- the way Obi-Wan looked at him as if he were pitying him. Anakin curled in on himself as another shiver tore through his body, reminding him of how much his joints ached and how he desperately wanted to get out of the cold. He took a deep breath in- but another coughing fit overcame him as he tried, leaving him doubled over and gasping for air. The people of coruscant continued to pass him by.

But it wasn't like as if he expected anything else.

Obi-Wan began to walk through the streets, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone that would resemble Anakin. He took familiar routes that he knew that Anakin liked to visit- even if the boy technically was not allowed to leave the temple unsupervised at night. Obi-Wan knew he did it anyway, and he knew that Anakin liked to watch the speeders pass by in the night. He once asked him about that- and while Anakin's initial reaction was a guarded one, he slowly opened up and revealed that the way the speeders passed in the night reminded him of the shooting starts that he would watch as a child. And while Obi-Wan wanted to remind Anakin that he had to let go of those things, he could not bring himself to do it.

Anakin stumbled and fell over on top of a stack of boxes. Loth cats scattered out in different directions at the noise. He wanted to find the energy to get up, to keep moving, but he couldn't. A part of his mind was screaming at him to go back to the temple and apologize, but the other part was asking him what was the point if they were just going to reject him anyway. He wanted to keep moving, but he was out of breath; panting as if he had run a marathon, when in reality he had stumbled through the last few city blocks. No matter how hard he tried, it felt as if he couldn't get enough air in, and Anakin felt the panic begin to claw at his throat as his vision became clouded with dark spots. He shifted and tried to push himself up on shaky arms. And then onto shaky legs. He leaned against the pile of boxes and looked around, trying to suppress another shiver as he took in his surroundings and control his breathing. After blinking several times- he realized with a start that he had ended up at one of his favorite lookout spots. Speeders flew past him in all directions. The rain and the fever made the lights look unfocused- as if they were dancing and moving their way across the sky- reminding Anakin of a slave legend where people would follow the spirits in the sky to freedom. He wondered if this is what they saw when they walked through the desert.

"I thought I would find you here." A voice said behind him. Anakin turned around and saw his master, and then saw two of his master, before the images joined back together to form one.

"Master." Anakin whispered hoarsely, not quite sure if he could believe what he was seeing. "How did you know I was here?"

Obi-Wan removed his cloak and handed it to Anakin. "Take it." He said. "You are shaking as badly as a newly born shaak." Anakin just blinked and continued to stare. He slowly reached up and grabbed the cloak, but held it in his hands instead of putting it on, examining it closely in his hands

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said softly. Anakin looked up at his master as a sudden gust of wind blew past them, causing Anakin to shake even more. He saw Obi-Wan frown and knew that the reprimanding due to his behavior was coming soon.

"Master I- "Anakin began, his voice cracking but Obi-Wan held up his hand.

"Anakin, being a jedi means that we have to be able to admit our mistakes, and not dwell on them. Always be attentive and listen to the force, and to others as well…" Anakin knew that Obi-Wan was speaking, he could see his mouth moving. But he kept going in and out of focus, his words becoming more and more jumbled and mixed in with the wind and background noise. He could make out his master's concerned face and Anakin felt the panic rise again in his throat. His breathing grew faster, the dark spots began to cloud his vision, and the last thing he heard before it all went black was his master yelling.