“Okay,” Anakin relaxed a fraction of a second after his twin did, taking this moment to finally take his iPods out and pocket them and his phone. Everything was both vastly more quiet, but louder at the same time - all those emotions from everyone else screaming at him through the Force.

He took a breath, gearing up for a lengthy explanation. “First thing that comes to mind,” he held up a robotic finger. “Is there’s been a glitch in the simulation and we just have to wait for the programmers to do hard reset- if Simulation Theory is accurate. Second,” another finger. “This is a classic case of time travel, I’m back here in this time. Third,” and another finger. “We’re from parallel universes, and I’ve somehow crossed over into yours. For the second and third options, the simplest explanation would be this is the Force’s doing- or Pal-uhh Sidious’ doing. Or!”

Anakin’s face lit up. “I caused it ‘cause I got my temporal-spatial teleportation powers back- that’s what I call them. I’m not sure really what other people call what Force Ghosts do.”

He focused on one his empty hand and tried to make himself wink away. But nothing happened.

“Uhh, Nope,” he shook his head. “I didn’t do it. So the Force or Sidious is my bet.”