Fandom High School

Obi-Wan strode into the classroom with confidence, alone, at least for this week.

"Welcome," he said, "To this class on a rather particular kind of strangeness that this island will bring to you. As you may know, it is a nexus between various worlds, and... various times. Oftentimes, this simply means you'll encounter people from places you have never heard of. Sometimes, it gets rather more... complicated. Personally."

He cleared his throat. "My co-teacher, who is not available today for personal reasons, is the great-grandson of a dear friend of mine called Anakin Skywalker. You may have heard of him. He is also both the son and the grandfather of Fandom students past."

He let that sink in for a moment.

"As you can tell by this, the island can cause more than its fair share of strangeness in the family department," Obi-Wan said, smiling wryly. "You may find yourself waking up with children who claim to be yours. Or perhaps you'll run into a... problematic relative, who did something to you once, but they are younger than you remember and have not done whatever it is that troubles you. In this class, we hope to prepare you for some of these challenges." He cleared his throat. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi," he established. "The best way to begin preparing yourself for these headaches is to think of the worst," he said. "So I would like you all to give your name, class, and one situation in which meeting a relative - past, present or future - would be very awkward for you, or worse."