With a final glance over his shoulder, Qui-Gon continued walking toward the light. The closer he came, he could see that it was flickering, such as a campfire might.

Turning around a final bend in the cave, he could see a familiar form leaning next to the fire. A smile formed on his face when he recognized his Padawan. His feet moved faster beneath him, until he stood directly behind his apprentice.

"Obi-Wan." He rested a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder.

Qui-Gon fought the urge to pull his hand away quickly, the body beneath it was ice cold.


Obi-Wan turned toward the touch, and looked up at his Master.

Obi-Wan smiles.

Obi-Wan frowns.