The nightmares returned, but they were different this time. This time Anakin felt as if he had been encased in stone, he could see with eyes that were not his and around him was a burning sensation he could not pinpoint. He breathed in a rasping, rattling way, yet he had no control over this. And he had felt trapped, enclosed in some sort of armour and shackled to a metal slab. “…der, can you hear me?” asked a voice. That voice was familiar…sounded like…was it Palpatine? “Where is Padmé?” he asked, still not recognising the voice that spoke for him. “Is she safe, is she… all right?”