He can sense whatever it is moving, and it's coming closer. Now that he's gotten a hold on himself and the irrational, though highly justified, fear. And what he can sort out is not menace or evil, not in the quantities that he'd felt on that fateful day nearly fifteen years ago.

What he can sense is confusion, shadows, and...displacement? Was that right? No, it couldn't be. Before he can ponder more deeply that last bit, a voice calls out. A voice he never thought he'd ever hear again.

"O...wen," it trips over the name, as if aborting one name and settling on another. "Owen! Long time..." As it trails off, Obi-Wan opens his eyes, not realizing that he'd closed them until this moment.

Without turning his head, he looks in the direction of the voice and sees Anakin Skywalker in the prime of his life as a young adult. He knew that that Anakin was long gone, and another had taken his place, one that Obi-Wan had left to die on the sulfur fields of Mustafar. So this had to be a vision of some sort.

But why would the Force bring him to Lothal so he could see a vision? Wouldn't his hut on Tatooine been a far easier, and better suited place for this? Well, the Force was weird sometimes, so there was nothing to do but confront this ghost of ages past.

He finally gives Anakin his full attention and offers a smile that is merely a tiny upturning of the corner of his mouth. With a voice only slightly changed by age, he replies.

"Yes, it has been a long time."