That night the dreams came back, but Anakin was in a place that he had never seen before. The heat was sweltering, yet it was a different kind of heat from that he had experienced on Tatooine. This was a blistering inferno, akin to being inside the core of an enormous reactor. Around him he could see the explosions of what seemed to be a thousand volcanos, smoke and ash in the air and in the distance a river of lava snaking over the molten rocks. “Liar!” he raged, sensing her in the Force and reaching out a hand. It was Obi-Wan. What have I done? Anakin thought in exasperation. “Jedi Skywalker?”