Delusions of Grandeur

When I came too, I was under the wing in the shade. The little boy had pulled me under it. I sat up and looked to my left and he was sitting next to me.

“Hi,” he said.

My mouth dropped open again.

I didn’t make it to my own time. Oh, no! I went passed it. Way passed it… about fourteen years. And I was on Tatooine. And this little boy was…

“Anakin?” I said.

He titled his head. “How do you know my name?”

I closed my mouth. “I don’t.”

He laughed. “You just called me Anakin.”

I played it off. “Did I?”

“Yeah, you did. Are you Jedi?”

That is debatable. “Uh. Well… “

He lifted my light sabers. “These were in the sand. Are they yours?” I nodded. “Then you must be a Jedi.”

“Like I said, that is debatable.”

“You never said that. You said, 'Uh, well'.”

What the frack went wrong? How did I get blasted back this far? And how did I crash here?

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Anakin said, confused.

I had said that out loud?

“Yes, you did,” he said shaking his head. “You’re funny.”

I shook my head. My inter-monologue must not be working, I thought. Anakin started to really laugh at me and fell over in the sand.

“You are REALLY funny!”

I started to laugh, too. This was crazy! I had tears I laughed so hard.

I have the worst luck.