Luke Skywalker sat cross-legged on the mossy ground. The Force filled him with incredible strength; gave him focus. Allowed him to realize his own greatness among men, but his own insignificance compared to the power within and without. His eyes were closed, shutting out the cold world and it's crummy existence. "I wondered when you would show up," he called out, opening his eyes to see the shimmering blue figure that was Obi-wan Kenobi, "You have been away for a long time." Obi-wan didn't come closer, but stared at him with a small smile. "I have been busy," he admitted. "Busy?" Luke asked.