Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
It was a cloudy day, and the light that poured through the windows was a diffused gray. Obi-Wan was up in his room, half-dressed and stretched out on his bed. The night before had been a late one, and the day interminable. He'd slept until well into the afternoon; and it had been, graciously, a dreemless slumber. The first he'd had in weeks. The universe, it seemed, had at last taken some pity on him.
He was nearing the end of a chapter in The Catcher in the Rye, a book he had somehow avoided reading until now and wasn't sure he was enjoying anyway. So when the bell rang, he gladly tossed it aside and hopped out of bed. He threw a shirt over his pajama pants on his way down the stairs, and his heavy footfalls echoed in the empty house. He hadn't been expecting anyone, and maybe it was no more than a UPS delivery, but all distractions were welcome at the moment.
But when he opened the door to a teenage girl with a suitcase, Obi found himself suddenly uneasy, confused, and distressed. He regarded her warily, and slowly lifted an eyebow. Oh, please don't let this be a daughter I didn't know about. (But then again, how could she have traced him to here?)