He could feel the horse growing skittish under him as they approached; rather than try to coerce him into moving down the main street, Obi-Wan simply let Boga come to a stop and then dismounted. A low tree branch became a makeshift hitching post, and once he was certain Boga wouldn't try to run, he set off himself towards the center of West Haven.

The smoke was the first thing that caught his attention. There was something wrong about it--certainly it was too low to the ground, more like a heavy gas, but that wasn't what bothered him. It was something vague at the back of his mind, a tugging feeling that he was forgetting something simple.

He took a breath and reached into the Force. It could not show him the past or future (he had never had those gifts in his own world, so he hardly expected them to carry over to this one), but it could give him a sense of how West Haven felt: perhaps what its inhabitants had been thinking or experiencing in the moments before their disappearance, or perhaps how their daily life had proceeded before vanishing.

And the Force returned only emptiness.

There was life around the village--the tiny pricks of light and warmth that were animals and plants, the current of the living Force moving through the world. But this place was empty. There was no energy here at all.

The smoke, he realized with a start. It has no smell.

There was more missing in West Haven than its inhabitants, that was for certain.