Alone. He was probably here alone. The thought was pretty terrifying, actually. Anakin spent most of his life wanting to get away from Obi-Wan's control these days; his relationship with his master wasn't as close as it had been when he was little and just starting, but he was still just sixteen and not able to handle things like a new world by himself. Not really anyway. The Force swirled around him, confused, and a bit weaker than he usually felt it. That scared him a lot, actually, the idea he might end up sort of cut off.
"I can't feel..." he started, then stopped, shaking his head. No, If this was another place, maybe people didn't need to know more about being a jedi than he already had said. Something else worried him more too. "Other universe." He repeated, and his heart actually did sink a little. Meeting new friends was one thing, but losing everyone that he had was kind of pretty awful.
"I..guess at least other people are here?" It was a thought anyway. Not necessarily a perfect one, but it was a thought.
"I'm up for a lot of ways to travel." He said, wincing as he moved too much in the wrong direction when accepting the help, and deciding maybe he should let himself be directed on how to move instead. "I've done a lot of different..." And then they were FLYING?
"Wait. We're not using a speeder or a transport or ANYTHING?" He asked, sounding awed, really. "I've known some powerful Force users, and I'm a good pilot myself, but this is totally different..." Oddly, the flight helped a little. The wind in Anakin's face felt pretty fantastic, and he enjoyed it whipping his braid around his face.
"I..thanks." He managed when they touched down. Anakin wasn't the best of patients, by far, and tended to get impatient, and anxious before too long of waiting around for treatment, not to mention that he didn't like hypos or shots of any kind, but there weren't a lot of options, were there? At least not with how he was feeling right now. Maybe later they could help him with getting out of it instead, but right now? He felt pretty much in one place.
Swallowing hard, Anakin tried not to be too nervous even though, as much of a help as Superman was, he wanted Obi-Wan more than anybody else right now. Maybe even more than he wanted his Mom. He squeezed the edge of the hospital pillow, hard, as he got settled there, and tried to smile as much as he could.
"I'm Anakin. Anakin Skywalker." The name was practically a whisper, as he started feeling overwhelmed. "I uh...really owe you one."