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

Anakin never napped. During the worst parts of the Clone Wars, he'd used healing meditation techniques to go almost a week without sleep.

Which was why he was getting more than a little annoyed by his new habit of catnapping whenever he sat down. And as for the dreams that went along with them? Well, he couldn't imagine what his mind was thinking to give him images of saving Toby of all people, or throwing kriffing Force lightning with Peter Petrelli, or, most unlikely at all, having a civil conversation with Parker.

He was on the sofa watching Juliet gurgle to herself in her swing when he'd nodded off again, waking up an hour later in a cold sweat and looking around rather desperately for his wife.

Anakin didn't want to do this.

At all.

But after an hour of picking the phone up and putting it down, and a trip down to the construction site to talk to Xander, he finally took a deep breath, picked up the alumni contact list, and began making some calls.

[OOC: The door is closed, but he's around. If you have an alum who he should be calling to tell about Hamlet, ping me in IM, plz.]