One moment, hectic blasterfire, acrid smoke and death in the air around him, and the next— silence. Gone was the buffering flow of the Force, the living struggles and death of a dozen clones and otherwise around him. He'd been in the middle of a firefight, and for a moment, Obi-Wan's mind skittered off it's tracks and fell to the wayside.

He found himself sitting, leaning, really in a puddle of goo, completely nude and inexplicably reassured by these facts. How odd, a voice that spoke into your mind. Puzzled, he blinked and looked about, concern written in every motion as the Jedi found his train of thought and his tongue in the same moment as he found his footing on the slick floor, "What in the name of the Force is going on here?!"