"I can't believe they let you teach."

After his weekly spar with Ben (this time on the beach, despite Anakin's innate loathing of sand), Anakin went to his office to finish grading his final exam papers.

The door was open and Tatooine cantina band music that Luke had sent was playing.

Anakin wasn't sure about the music.

Anakin arrived a little late to work today: traffic coming through town had been a mess, and he'd almost had to start fights with three different little old ladies aggravating shoppers.

He put down his bag of decorations--lights and tinsel (stupid tinsel), bows and greenery--and began decorating his office.

And then taking pictures to send to Rory's phone. He had a promise to keep, after all.

The door was open. Holiday music was definitely not playing.

Anakin was in his office writing down his first impressions of his new class. Every now and then, he'd glance over at the holo of a redheaded baby, smile and shake his head.

This island.

The door was open.