The last time Anakin was awakened like this, he dreamt of Padmé dying in childbirth. His heart beating so quickly he could hear it in his ears, the restfulness of sleep wrenched from him in an instant.

This time, the vision isn't his own.

Padmé is sleeping soundly next to him when he slips out of bed and into his clothes, his lightsaber clipped to his belt. He doesn't have to concentrate to know where to go, Rey's presence is tearing at the Force itself in Darrow. He hurries through the rain, the hood of a cloak pulled over his head, letting the Force guide him.

And then there's a voice. He hears is almost as clear as it if was a vision of his own, though he wishes he hadn't. It's familiar, but cold and evil, drained of the warmth that he remembers. It can't be what he thinks. It can't be, no matter what Obi-Wan has told him.

Anakin is pulled out of his thoughts when he sees the streak of lightning shoot into the sky, and pulls out his lightsaber in an instant, illuminating the blade as he enters the clearing.

"Rey, what's going on?" he asks, looking for the threat, though he senses only Rey there. The stone chair looms over her, and Anakin suddenly has a very bad feeling about all of this.