Anakin stared for a few more heart beats. The weight of all this weirdness, plus the new, ever mounting overwhelming pressure he’d started experiencing ever since he’d started dreaming was becoming too much to bear at this moment.
“I need to walk,” he said, ditching his original goal of shopping for motorcycle parts. He could always come back for them. Right now, he needed to move.
He turned around and started walking towards the door, but called over his shoulder, while waving his hand forward in invitation, “We should walk, I still have questions.”