Anakin had planned a nice, quiet day at the apartment doing absolutely nothing.

The never- ending string of voicemails had put an end to that rather quickly.

He returned the calls and then went back to playing a ridiculous Space Battles game on the Wii. "Lightsabers don't even work like this!" he bitched aloud.

After more phone calls came through ( Read more... )

Anakin got back from the workshop to an answering machine full of wrong messages.

He returned the first one, stared at the machine for a bit before returning the second one, then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth and it finally clicked for him.

The phones must've screwed up again. So he called John and warned him ( Read more... )