The wind was so strong that Padmé found it akin to walking through a very strong current underwater, a current that seemed to move mercilessly through her throwing grit into every opening. She closed her eyes and let Anakin lead her blindly; he seemed to know where he was going. They finally stopped, Padmé squinted and she could see a door opening and felt Qui-Gon nudge her inside. “Mom? Mom, I’m home!” Anakin called. A woman aged about forty came into the room wiping grease from her hands and then set the cloth on the table. She looked at Anakin, then at the others, then back to Anakin.