Anakin's room [way, way late at night]

[sith_happened]

He laid down on the bed, closed his eyes, and imagined himself into the Preserve. He pictured himself surrounded by trees as the summer breeze ruffled his hair and tugged at his robe. He was a galaxy away from the remains of the Temple and its memories.

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[no_toast_thanks]

The screaming had Thursday grabbing the gun she kept under her pillow, out of bed and opening the door before she was even fully awake. She peered out into the darkness and identified where the scream was coming from before stepping out and moving along the wall to Friday's room. Friday's door was kept open with a gate in place and he was standing there, not so much alarmed by the screaming as concerned about what was going on.

Thursday put a finger to her lips, then silently listened for further signs of trouble, but finding none she calmed. She crouched down and smoothed Friday's hair out from its usual crazy style that was only exacerbated by sleep. "Back to bed, darling," she whispered. He looked up at her and she nodded her assurance as she picked him up.

Once he was dozing, Thursday started back to her room, pausing momentarily to eye Anakin's door with a slight frown.