"Ah, Yes. I'm Master Kenobi," Obi-Wan stammered, momentarily flummoxed by this girl's odd demeanor. Quickly, he recovered, offering a comrade's smile as he saw the way she moved, the way the Force flowed around and through her and came out the other side, changed. This one was no child, but every bit a master in her own way, "I'm afraid this isn't intended for anyone else. It's very easy to hurt yourself, if you don't know it well enough."

Much younger? Ah, again that easily forgotten bit, that Luke was from his future. It was so strange that he had difficulty remembering it. Easier to trust in what you could see and sense than to feel the future was set in stone and that there was someone there you could speak with and yet never have met.

"Well, what would you like to learn?" He asked, "I'm afraid I've never had a student before who was not also a Jedi in training."