Luke had been spending more and more time in his own little place, the same place he had cuddled up with D and fallen asleep on him in. He was still determined to wander, to not really stay in one place for very long, but it was also clear that he wasn't going to be going anywhere any time soon -- having a place that was actually his would benefit him in the long run, an perhaps would keep a certain nephew from insisting he needed to stay in one place.

He was working late into the night, finishing up his work on the classic style oven he had traded for and was restoring to like-new condition, when something in the Force stirred in the back of his mind, like something was actively calling for his attention. Luke paused, frowning to himself -- it wasn't a call from another Force user, that much was clear, but what...?

With a tug on his tools, he pulled himself out from the oven, setting down his tools in favor of a rag to clean off his hands as he stepped outside of the house, looking around for the source of the feeling. There was a presence... something close by, but it took him a moment to identify it, if only because it felt... different from how it usually felt.

"D?" he finally whispered softly, like that was enough to summon the man from the darkness.