The Portkey in London had, thankfully, not been damaged, but it was apparently a near thing. Collapsed masonry reflected that much. Mara had taught Anakin a lot about his own physical capabilities, and it was a good thing, because it looked like he was going to have some climbing to do.
As he looked around the damaged but strong city, he reached out with the Force. The overpopulated city had too many visions to offer him, and he was very nearly overwhelmed as he--
--a girl inconveniently the wrong race for this conflict hiding in a basement, waiting patiently for her ticket out--
--a German family who had once supported Hitler before the darker truths came to light--
--a woman, tempted to throw open the windows and break the blackout if only to end the nightmare--
Anakin focused, putting aside as many of his feelings as possible, searching only for those in immediate danger. Obi-Wan was on the far side of the city. Drawing on the Force, Anakin ran.