It seems, perhaps, that the time has come for Obi-Wan to do a little staring of his own. He takes some time to confront this little disaster, to evaluate it, or at least to try and force himself to stare directly at it. Somehow the idea of a time-traveling, Force-sensitive son of Anakin Skywalker is terrifying, and grasping it in his mind is like trying to contemplate the heat-death of the universe. Obi-Wan's consciousness keeps trying to slide off to the side, hot oil on kevlar.

"...Pardon?"

What fresh hell the Skywalker name has brought to his feet.