Delusions of Grandeur

I met Shmi Skywalker. She was at their slave quarters when we arrived. Ani explained to her where he had found me and pointed out the lumps on my head. Shmi insisted I sit down, drink some water, and let her look at my head. Which was fine, besides the ache. I heal fast; it’s a Jedi trait.

I see why Anakin loves her so much. I do believe she is the sweetest woman I have ever encountered. So kind and soft-spoken. It makes me so sad to know she dies. I had to bite my tongue not to warn her about it. If I did that, I could make a big mess of things.

But then again- If she lived…

I pushed the thought away.

Of course she asked me a bunch of questions like Anakin had and I had to skim around the answers. I couldn’t every well say, I’m from the future, now could I? Can you imaging their faces if I did?

“Ani, said you knew his name before he told you.” Shmi said to me.

“She’s a Jedi mom, they know things,” Ani told her.

I only smiled. Good enough answer for me. “I need another ship to get- home. But I need a special ship that’s going to be hard to find here.”

“Can she say here, mom? We can help her!” Ani said.

Shmi nodded. “She can stay here, if she wants. I’m not sure what help I can be, but Anakin here- he might able help you.”

Anakin smiled. Dayum, I miss that smile from his older self. But he might not flash it much after I kick his- uh- have a long conversation with him.

“Thank you. I hope it won’t take me long,” I told her.

Who am I trying to fool?

It was going to take a very long time.