Scribble 36: Memories It didn't take long for the Force to make it's intention known to me. I felt an urge to enter Anakin's old sleeping chamber. I must admit I felt a bit wary when I opened the door. One of the things I had granted Anakin from our first days together was privacy, knowing fully well that with his past in the slave quarters of Tatooine there had been little privacy indeed. I never entered his space without being invited in, or at least accepted. This time there was no-one to grant me access. No youngling with sandy hair sniffing 'Master' into my tunics after waking up from a particularly bad nightmare. No obnoxious youth earning three perimeters around the Temple for his lack of respect when inviting me in. No…brother, deep asleep after a common stressful mission. No Anakin at all. Anakin was dead for all the world to see, and even though some of him lived on in the monstrosity called 'Vader', the Anakin I knew and loved as a little brother was gone forever. I entered. The room was as it used to be. A total mess, with mechanical parts spread all over the tiny space and bedsheets pulled to one side as if the inhabitant had jumped directly from sleep into action (which probably was the truth as well…) I swallowed the lump in my throat. I wasn't there to dream about old days long gone. I was there for…what? To this day I cannot tell if it was my subconsciousness or a weak red light that drew my attention to one of the drawers in Anakin's desk, but suddenly I knew with certainty that whatever I was looking for was there. I opened the drawer and there haphazardly situated among electric tools was the river stone Qui-Gon gave me on my fourteenth lifeday and which I had passed on to Anakin on his fourteenth lifeday. Almost reverently I lifted my old friend from the drawer, once again feeling the comforting warmth from it and observing the red lines in the black surface almost pulsating with an inner life. For a moment I allowed myself to ponder how it had ended up here. Forgotten? Possibly. Abandoned? Maybe. With the dark powers roaming his soul Anakin must have felt it immensely uncomfortable. The river stone had always been of the light, and not of the dark side. Or, could it be that Anakin, in a last moment of sanity, had left it here for me to find. I would never know for certain. I stowed the stone away in it's old place in the pocket of my utility belt and it felt right. Yet I wasn't finished. I had more to do. I closed the door silently behind me and entered my own sleeping chamber once more. What? I looked around and realised I was clueless. Like every other Jedi I had little personal belongings and I couldn't believe that the Force had lead me here to grab my own old socks and tunic (well, actually it would be a good idea since acquiring proper Jedi clothing on Tatooine wasn't possible). It had to be something else. It took a while before I found it. It was well hidden in the small box of belongings that once had been Master Qui-Gon's. A jedi has no possessions of his own, but yet, amidst the turmoils following his death I had found it when Anakin and I cleaned up the quarters and made them ours and I had put it away to look at it later. But 'later' never came. I was fully occupied by learning how to be a Master and I forgot the entire thing - until now. I took the small pad, feeling the faint echo of the woman that in some ways had been more a mother to me than my birth mother had been. The pad must have belonged to Tahl. I tucked it under my tunic and left.