The next morning Obi-Wan was fixing the practice mats where they had been moved during his lesson. Most of the younglings had left for their next class, except one. “Master Kenobi?” said a soft voice. Obi-Wan turned to see Sona Cantari. He had watched her carefully in the days since his return, ever since she had left Anakin’s cell without explanation. But try as he might, Obi-Wan could not guess the reason for the girl’s continued predilection for his former apprentice. “What is it, Sona?” he asked her patiently. “I don’t want to make you late for your next class.” Obi-Wan frowned. “Sorry?”