R2-D2, still guarding the ship, Nalanda faithful astromech droid, intercepted the message that Padmé sent. Yet outside the drone of a motor could be heard, growing louder as the sound neared the homestead. Anakin was returning. The Lars family ran out of the house to see Anakin pulling up with a long bundle on the back of the speeder bike. “Oh Shmi,” Cliegg murmured, yet they were the only words spoken as Anakin took his mother’s body inside. He paused, staring at the back wall through his rapidly blurring vision. We can only do what we can, Anakin, Padmé had told him. “You off then?”