Oh, but they had.

Luke stared, rather rudely, at the too-young face surrounding familiar eyes. The voice, just the same, but in a man the years had not yet weathered with pain and solitude. He didn't know how it was possible, or why.

But this was Ben.

If there'd been any doubt upon hearing the voice, seeing the man, there was the Force, pinpointing with terrific accuracy the echoes of familiarity he'd felt upon entering the tavern. Close your mouth, Luke, he chided himself. It's not as if you've never seen a ghost. He was pretty sure he looked like an idiot, but it didn't really matter because somehow, in this mixed-up world he'd fallen into, he'd found Ben Kenobi. Or Ben had found him. How was he supposed to handle Obi-Wan not knowing him? How was he supposed to handle being from the man's future. Rifts and fades were one thing--Luke was used to strange new worlds with stranger people. This was throwing him for a loop.

"Yes," he said after an awkwardly long pause. "I'm... new. Here." He couldn't stop staring. "Skywalker. Is my name. Luke Skywalker."