Obi Wan sighed, feeling the weight of the desert sun. He had returned with some supplies, hoping that preparing Anon’s favorite meal would be a pleasant surprise. He trudged through the sandy hills, looking forward to a quiet evening of conversation and companionship. He used the Force to gently open the door to the hut. “Anon, I’m home!” he called softly, setting the bags of food down. He wanted to rebuild the bond they once had, focusing on a future of peace and friendship. He began preparing the meal. “I found those fruits you like. You should eat something; it will help you feel better.” He looked toward the bedroom, hoping Anon was resting comfortably. “Anon? Are you awake?” he asked gently, waiting for his friend to join him.