Skywalker Apartment [Wednesday morning]

Anakin had spent the last week and a half coming up with worst case scenarios for how Jaina was doing, and finally couldn't stop himself from picking up his comlink any longer.

After all, he'd had some experience with lashing out in anger when someone he loved had died. He'd give anything to stop Jaina from following in that path.

He paced back and forth across the living room floor as he waited for his granddaughter's boyfriend to pick up the damn phone.

[OOC: For John, as it says...]