When they woke up, they were lying in a desert, slowly getting covered with sand from the wind. They groaned as they sat up. Anakin was brushing off the sand, mumbling something about it under his breath. Obi-Wan made no move to get the sand off of his own robes, instead worriedly checking to make sure Anakin was okay.
"I'm fine Master!" Anakin told him, disgruntled. He stood up, his Padawan braid hitting him in the face with the force of the wind. Obi-Wan stood up, finally taking the time to brush the sand off. As soon as he'd figured out that Anakin was fine, he glared at him. "Anakin that was very irresponsible, you had no idea what the force field was, you shouldn't have touched it! Now we have no idea where we are, how to get back, or what's happening. I promise you that you'll be cleaning the kitchens for a week as soon as we get back to the Jedi temple." Obi-Wan didn't even know what he was saying anymore, simply trying to stay calm and not panic about the fact that Anakin could have gotten himself killed. Anakin stared down at his shoes. "I'm sorry Master. I should have waited until you told me what to do."
"Thank you, Anakin. Now let's figure out where we are. This place looks familiar somehow."
"I sense something over that direction. It feels like Jedi, but I'm not sure. It's pretty far away." Anakin squinted over in the direction that he was pointing, trying to see something that would indicate what exactly was over there, but he saw nothing but sand until a sand dune that looked to be about a mile out.
"Well. We'd better get walking then, shouldn't we?"