Anakin was in the Council Chambers, discussing punishment for one of his many reckless shenanigans, when his commlink went off. Padmè's voice broke through a strained signal.
"Anakin, can you hear me? Anakin? Someone's broken into the house! Cone home! Even the baby's supplies are gone! Where are you? I'll pick you up!" Anakin put his hand over the commlink awkwardly, and turned it off. The whole council looked around at each other.
"Baby?"
"Home?"
"The house?"
"Senator Amidala and--"
"Anakin?" Master Windu looked...really, really calm. Uh-oh. Nothing good ever happened when he was looking that calm.
"I call this meeting adjourned. We will speak about this tomorrow, young...Skywalker."
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