Anakin Skywalker tossed and turned on his narrow bunk. At last, unable to sleep, he crept to the empty Council Room, staring out at the dark Coruscant sky. Even at night, the sky lanes were abuzz with activity. Airspeeders flew back and forth; spaceships took off from nearby docking ports. For most people, the view would seem exciting and even intimidating. But it calmed Anakin. It helped take his mind off his thoughts.
Suddenly, the young padawan heard a soft noise behind him. He whirled around to face Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"I thought I'd find you here," the older Jedi remarked.
"I couldn't sleep," Anakin admitted, shamefacedly.
"Was it those nightmares again?" Obi-Wan asked, visibly concerned.
Anakin sighed and looked down at the ground. "I just can't stop dreaming about her, Master!" he exclaimed, referring to the recurring nightmares about his mother, Shmi Skywalker. Anakin had left Shmi years ago back on Tatooine, when he had gone with Obi-Wan and his master, Qui-Gon Jinn, to train as a Jedi. Now, Shmi was dead, as Anakin had discovered when he went back to Tatooine with Padme about six months ago. Yet the nightmares continued, and Anakin constantly relived the nightmare that had been his mother's death.
"Anakin, you must learn to conquer your fears," Obi-Wan lectured, breaking into Anakin's thoughts. Anakin sighed again.
"Master, I miss her. I can't help it."
"Well, try to get some sleep, Anakin," Obi-Wan urged. "You have an important mission tomorrow."
As Anakin took himself off, Obi-Wan felt a twinge of guilt. Anakin's "mission" was going to be a lot harder for him than he thought.