Warning: This chapter is a little strange, it deals with death/ideas of afterlive/the underworld.

Chapter 25

The Mirror of Truth

The next morning, Obi-Wan felt extremely exhausted and had a bad headache. He remembered the vow he had sworn last night. Yes, he would go looking for Anakin and Master Dooku but where should he start? He had to accept that, right now, he could not do anything. He had to trust in the Force to show him a way when the time was right. So he helped the clone troops to prepare for leaving Senali. A Jedi Master should show up soon and lead the troops to battle on Rutan. There was not very much Obi-Wan could do because the clones were perfectly coordinated and worked more efficiently if no one got in their way. So Obi-Wan soon found himself pacing restlessly in front of his tent.

"You."

Obi-Wan whirled around to look at the person who had addressed him: A Senalian woman clad in rags was waggling a bony, pale blue finger at him. Obi-Wan had never met her before. She had huge, dark silver eyes, black lips and wore an elaborate headdress with lots of things sticking in it. She kept staring unblinkingly at Obi-Wan.

"Erm, did we meet before?" he asked politely.

She lowered her finger and gave him an almost accusing glance. "I saw you," she answered simply.

"Did you? When? I'm afraid I can't remember you."

"The ancestors told me. They told me you would come."

"Ah," Obi-Wan replied, his unease growing. "You mean to say they told you I would come to Senali?"

"No, no… They told me you would come to me. You are looking for your loved one, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," Obi-Wan stammered, surprised but even more unnerved. How did that woman know?!

"They told me a young outlander would come to me on the Day of the Opening. They told me he would be grieving for his loved one. They told me he would beg me to see his loved one again, just once again, and he would be willing to do everything for that."

Obi-Wan's heart skipped a beat. His hand darted to the hilt of his lightsaber. "Where is Anakin? Where is General Skywalker?" he demanded to know.

The woman's face softened. She regarded him with an almost pitying look. "He is gone with the others."

"Who are the others?" Obi-Wan said harshly. "Answer me!"

"They who prepare for the last passage. The boat has already left. It is too late, my dear."

"Which boat? Where are they going? I can still catch up with them. I'm a Jedi and Jedi have special abilities. I can do it."

"Even the Jedi cannot bring back the deceased."

Obi-Wan swallowed. "So… so he's dead?" he asked weakly.

"Is he not?" the woman retorted.

"Well, I… No, he's not. That is… I hope he's not," Obi-Wan replied, confused.

"Oh." The woman eyed him curiously. "So he is missing?"

Finally, Obi-Wan came back to his senses. He drew his lightsaber and put it at the woman's neck. He had already said too much. It was very probable that she was a spy of the Separatists. "Tell me what you know," Obi-Wan said menacingly. "Tell me everything."

She gulped and stared warily at the humming, blue blade at her throat. She was much taller than him but now she simply looked like a frightened and fragile old woman. "What – what do you want from me?" she said nervously.

"Your name, for a start. Who are you?" Obi-Wan was on guard now. He knew very well that appearances could fool you.

"I'm Melaahe, keeper of the keys of the Great Door."

"Where is Anakin Skywalker? Is he your hostage?" He had done it before: Questioning suspects was a routine task as a Jedi. Unblinkingly, he gazed into her dark eyes. His eyes never left her wrinkled face, which was covered with silver scales. None of the slightest movement of hers could escape his notice. The woman – Melaahe, if that indeed was her name – squirmed under his penetrating glance.

"I don't have any hostages. I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"You just told me you knew I'd come to you. Who told you? Who sent you to me?"

"The ancestors told me."

"So you said before. Who are they?"

"Our deceased forefathers. I went to seek their counsel last year on the Day of the Opening."

Oh no… Obi-Wan groaned. He knew there was a death cult in several of Senali's traditional clans. He had not caught a Separatist spy but an occultist, it seemed. There was only one detail which did not fit into that conclusion: The woman had known she would meet Obi-Wan and she also knew he was looking for his "loved one". Obi-Wan did not believe it was possible to communicate with the dead, so the question remained: How did that woman know so much about him?

"They told me I would help you," the woman continued.

"And did they also tell you how you would help me?" Obi-Wan retorted sarcastically.

"Yes, indeed they did."

"Well, then help me," Obi-Wan challenged her, not removing his lightsaber a bit from her throat.

"I can show you the way to the Great Door. If you are willing to go through, you can see him once again."

"As I said before, he is not dead," Obi-Wan said grimly.

"Ah yes…" The woman threw Obi-Wan a nervous glance. "But you can seek the ancestors' wisdom. They can help you. They can show you the truth."

Obi-Wan hesitated. Naturally, he did not believe it was possible. And yet… What if there was the slightest chance that it was possible? What if he did not seize this chance? He would regret it for the rest of his life. He did not have any hopes of success but there was nothing else he could do right now, so he could at least try, right? "Okay…" He deactivated his lightsaber. "Then bring me to that Great Door."

She grinned at him, bolder now as the lightsaber did not threaten to decapitate her anymore. "What can you offer as payment?"

"I don't have money with me," Obi-Wan said in frustration. He should have known it could not be that easy.

"You certainly have something else." Her gaze rested on the lightsaber at his belt. "That weapon of yours." Her eyes were gleaming now and she bent down to have a closer look at Obi-Wan's lightsaber, like a dealer sniffing the deal of his life.

"No!" Obi-Wan exclaimed in shock. "That's my – that's my lightsaber. There's no way I would ever give my lightsaber away."

"Then there's nothing I can do for you," she said curtly and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Obi-Wan said quickly. "Alright, alright, I'm going to look if I can find something else to pay you with. But not my lightsaber."

In the end, Obi-Wan offered the Senalian woman half of his and Anakin's possessions: vibro-knifes, survival packs, a holoprojector, lots of candleberry protein bars and energy capsules. Of course they did not need it anymore in the current situation… but nonetheless, it was wrong to waste your survival equipment just for… a ridiculous occultist session? Obi-Wan questioned his own sanity when he followed the strange woman through another beautiful Senalian wood with many blowing flowers. The sweet perfume they emanated was almost overwhelming. It gave Obi-Wan a headache and he felt thoroughly sick with himself for just running brainlessly into a trap – because he was convinced that was what he was doing. But he kept walking on, automatically putting one foot in front of the other. He could not explain it but he felt a strong pull towards that place – whatever it was. And maybe running into a trap was the only way to discover the true villain behind this.

Melaahe lead him further into the woods where the trees stood closer to each other and their rich tree tops blocked the sunlight from view. Finally, they arrived at a large clearing. Several people, mostly Senalians, were already assembled there. They sat in groups on the earth and were drinking and eating. It could have been a party if it had not been for the odd atmosphere. No one laughed, people were talking in hushed voices and an air of gravity but at the same time nervous anticipation hung above everything. The scene was dominated by a huge stone arch which stood at the other end of the clearing. Parts of it were overgrown with little tendrils and it looked ancient, as if it had always been there even before there had been life on this planet. The entrance hole was only very small and you could not see what was behind it.

"Welcome to the Great Door," Melaahe said in a misty voice.

Not taking his gaze off the arch, Obi-Wan nodded solemnly. He did not know what he was expected to do but he knew well enough to respect foreign cultures and beliefs.

"Well, will you excuse me, please," Melaahe said, "I have to attend duty now. You can join the others." She indicated the many people in the clearing.

"Very well," Obi-Wan replied. "Thank you."

Hesitantly, he walked towards the nearest group of people. "May I join you?" he asked politely.

"Sure," said a young Senalian woman with heavily lidded eyes.

"Thank you." Obi-Wan sat down with them and took a look around. He noticed that most people were women. There were only a few very old men among them.

"Are you looking for someone too?" asked the young woman sitting opposite him.

Obi-Wan nodded. "Are you too?"

"We all are," she replied, smiling wanly.

"It's a shame," lamented an old woman who sat next to Obi-Wan. Her long silver hair looked dirty and so did the rest of her appearance. In fact, almost everyone here looked dirty and worn. "Nowadays, people don't go through the Great Door to seek wisdom from the ancestors anymore. With the Clone Wars going on… Look," she sadly nodded in Obi-Wan's direction, "even outlanders already come here because they can't bear the losses."

"Melaahe said the ancestors told her I was coming," Obi-Wan said.

"Course she did," the young woman said offhandedly. "She tells it to everyone. Well… If the ancestors indeed told her you and I and you, you, you, you, and you would come" she looked around the little group, "well, she must have spent an awful lot of time behind the Great Door, right?"

"Kira, don't mock her," the old woman said disapprovingly. "You don't know half her secrets."

The young woman shrugged and wearily eyed the others from under her heavy lids. "It's not so much of a secret to me. I could do it as well: run around when there's a war going on, look for everyone who looks depressed and tell them, 'Oh, I knew you were coming, the ancestors told me so'. The chances of actually meeting someone who lost their loved ones are pretty high, aren't they?"

"Kira," the other woman said warningly.

"So what? Everyone knows Melaahe is just a greedy businesswoman who exploits her position of power and the bad times to get money to survive the war."

"Then why are you still coming here if she's such a fraud?" Obi-Wan asked Kira. He had to admit that her arguments bore a certain logic and he silently agreed with her. He was really interested to hear why she had come here nonetheless.

Kira snorted. "Yeah, I know. She is a fraud and is only out for our money. But it's still worth it, isn't it? It's pathetic that we still play by her rules but we don't have much of a choice, do we? Anyway, that's why I've decided to end it."

"You shouldn't do that," the old woman next to Obi-Wan said sternly.

Kira did not even move a muscle. "It's my decision," she said simply, then she stood up and went towards the Great Door.

The old woman sighed deeply. "Poor girl," she muttered.

There was a moment of gloomy silence in which everyone only stared at their hands. It was, however, interrupted by another woman bringing them a tray of goblets filled with a perfectly clear liquid.

"Anyone still needs some?" she asked.

Some people took a goblet, others declined, explaining they had already had one.

"Here, drink this." The old woman next to Obi-Wan handed him one of the goblets.

Obi-Wan eyed it warily and sniffed suspiciously. He could not smell anything. "What is it?"

"The Draught of Life. You're going to need it if you want to go on."

"Go on? Whereto?"

"Through the Great Door."

Obi-Wan stared at the goblet in his hand with great mistrust. What if this was a trap and they tried to drug him? Or - and that was more probable - just make short shrift of it and poison him? Well, then he definitely would not be able to find anything out.

"What if I don't drink it?"

"Then you can't go on." The woman now gulped down a goblet of the draught herself.

Obi-Wan took a look around. Many people around him were drinking their draughts too. Several had already emptied their goblets. Oh well, it's all or nothing, I guess. I don't have much to lose, so I'd say it's worth a try. Nervously, Obi-Wan sipped the clear liquid. It tasted horrible. Sour, stale, luke-warm and extremely bitter. He grimaced and took another swig.

"Mine tasted better tonight than last year," the woman commented.

"Last year it tasted even worse?" Obi-Wan said dryly. It was really hard to imagine.

"My Draught of Life tasted worse last year."

"Ah. So, it tastes different to each person?"

"Exactly. Yours is not very tasty, is it?" She gave him a sympathetic glance.

"Not really." Just my luck then. Trust even my drinks to turn against me. As if my life is not already bad enough right now... Leaving all caution behind, Obi-Wan drank the rest of the drink in one gulp. He shuddered and put the goblet down. "What next?"

"Melaahe is now going to enlighten the Fire of the Past." The woman indicated the pyre in the centre of the place. "It's the wood from a Coluan Tree. They can get tens of thousands of years old."

Obi-Wan watched as Melaahe and some of her assistants lighted the pyre. When the first flames rose into the dark sky, he heard a soft, strange music. It was only very quiet and faint in the distance but it touched his very heartstrings. Suddenly, everyone was very quiet. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and allowed himself to drown in the music for a moment. In an odd way, it was both the saddest and the most comforting tune he had ever heard. It made him feel quite light-headed. Or maybe that were the after-effects from his Draught of Life. Or the dancing flames and the play of shadow and light on the apprehensive faces of the crowd. Or the smoke from the pyre, which was so thick and sweet... All of this made him feel more and more dizzy.

"Come on now," the woman next to him said in a hushed voice, seized his arm and gently led him away with her towards the Great Door. A line of people had already formed there. The young woman, Kira, stood at the very front of it. Melaahe stood next to the arch. She held a big goblet from which every person took a little sip before they went, one by one, through the small entrance.

Finally, it was Obi-Wan's turn. Melaahe offered him the goblet with the solemn words, "The Draught of Death, taken from the Sea of the Souls, will allow you to see the ancestors once again. It shall give you strength, ease and harmony on your way down."

She held the goblet to Obi-Wan's lips and he took a little swig. It looked just as clear as the other drink but this one did not taste horrible. To be precise, it did not taste of anything at all. It just tasted of... nothing. Compared to this, stale water tasted spicy. Next, Melaahe dipped her index finger into a bowl with a thick, orange substance. She traced a line with it from Obi-Wan's forehead down to his nose.

"This will be the sign for the Ferry Man. He will understand that he must not take you on. And now listen closely." She gave him a meaningful glance. "Whatever happens, always go straight ahead. Don't turn to the left or to the right. Never leave the way."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

Melaahe smiled at him. "You will understand when you're there. They will guide you. I wish you ease and harmony."

Obi-Wan replied the greeting. Then he stepped forward through the black door where just moments before the last person had disappeared.

As soon as he had crossed the threshold, every sound from outside was turned out. The silence that met him was so thick and impenetrable that it seemed to heavily weigh down on his chest. When he looked back, he was slightly shocked to see that there was no door behind him anymore. Just a long staircase which ended somewhere above in the walls of the cave. Yes, he was in an enormous cave with a huge, black ceiling. Yet he could see although he did not know where the light came from. He found himself at the end of the staircase on a bank of a great lake. He looked around. No one was there but him. How could it be? Dozens of people had stepped through the door moments before him. There was no way they could have gone anywhere else so quickly.

Or maybe this was like the Draught of Life which tasted different to each person? Had the other people arrived in other places? Clueless as to what to do next, Obi-Wan let his gaze drift over the water. He could not see the shore on the other side. Something told him that he had to get to the other side. Because going up the stairs again would mean turning back.

Wait a moment, I've never climbed down this staircase...so how can it be like 'turning back'? ... This seems a really strange place. A place where all rules of time and place seem to be suspended. This point was proved when Obi-Wan let his gaze wander back and suddenly stared in the grey eyes of a man right in front of him. He could barely suppress his yelp of surprise and the reflex of jumping back. The man stood in a little boat, held a paddle and seemed oblivious of Obi-Wan's presence. His whole appearance was pale and almost...transparent.

"Hello," Obi-Wan said uneasily.

The stranger did not react but his milky-grey eyes looked through him as if he could not see him at all.

Maybe he can't, Obi-Wan thought and cleared his throat again. Still no reaction. He remembered Melaahe's words: You will understand when you're there. They will guide you. Was this man supposed to guide him?

"I need answers," Obi-Wan said. "I'm looking for friends of mine. Can you help me? Can you take me to a place where I can find answers?"

The man still did not acknowledge Obi-Wan's presence. Carefully, Obi-Wan took a step forward. Maybe the man would react if Obi-Wan climbed into his boat? Maybe then the spell (Was the man cursed?) would break? But even when Obi-Wan carefully climbed into the little boat and it rocked so much that it almost capsized, the man did not move a muscle or show any sign that he was aware of Obi-Wan's presence.

But suddenly, as soon as Obi-Wan was seated in the boat, he took the paddle and steered the boat away from the bank. There should have been a sound when the paddle combed through the water but the silence hung thick as a blanket over the water. Its surface was perfectly blank - not the slightest ripple - and grey like a mirror but it did not reflect anything. Blind, just like the eyes of the Ferry Man. Obi-Wan looked back and he could not see the bank anymore. He was not really surprised by it anymore. And when he turned back again, they had already arrived at the other end of the lake.

Obi-Wan mumbled a "I wish you ease and harmony" (which was only returned by the same blank stare of the milky eyes once again) and quickly left the boat. There was a road right in front of him which led into a tunnel. It had to be the right way.

Heart thudding loudly in his chest, Obi-Wan entered the tunnel. It was dark but there was light shining into it from the many branches on its left and right. Light - that meant there had to be someone. Or at least something living. Oh please, let there be someone. The silence was hardly bearable now. He felt a prickling in his neck as if someone was watching him. Slowly, he turned around. No one was there. Just the silence and the darkness. He watched a little longer, staring into the darkness in the hope that his eyes might adapt to it. But there was nothing, simply nothing. No sound, no movement.

Turning around in determination and vowing not to look back again, Obi-Wan quickly wandered towards the first source of light. He remembered Melaahe's words very well: Whatever happens, always go straight ahead. Don't turn to the left or to the right. Never leave the way. He did not intend to leave the way, he just wanted to take a look. Curiously, Obi-Wan peered around a corner. The sight that greeted him made him always jump back in surprise.

He saw himself and Anakin on Senali, fighting a training match in the sand. Everything was colourful - such a contrast to the dark and grey colours which dominated this place. Obi-Wan could almost feel the heat of the Senalian sun, could almost taste the salty air, could almost feel the sweat on his body. The two persons were concentrating very hard but at the same time, they were perfectly relaxed. Obi-Wan had seldom seen two people who fought so well coordinated. It looked more like a dance than a duel. Their moves were graceful and they did not really fight against each other but with each other. But the fact that there were still no sounds made everything look oddly surreal. No humming lightsabers, no panting of the fighters, no rushing of the sea...

Tearing himself from the sight, Obi-Wan moved on to the next junction. He saw himself again, though this time it was a younger version of himself. He was doing a handstand and concentrating on using the Force to make objects all around him fly. He now recognised the place. It was on the outskirts of a wood on a planet called Ribo. That was during the first months of the Clone Wars. Master Dooku was watching his apprentice (who had not noticed his Master's presence yet) doing his exercises. A small smile tugged at the corners of the strict Master's lips when Obi-Wan used the Force to levitate a squirrel out of harm's way of a narglatch which had been about to attack the smaller animal.

The Obi-Wan who was observing the scene frowned. Why had Dooku smiled at him? Had he thought it was ridiculous of Obi-Wan to save the squirrel? No, he decided, it had not looked like a mocking smile. Then Dooku himself slightly manipulated the Force to send a survival pack (one of the many things which floated around Obi-Wan) flying hard into his Padawan's shin. Obi-Wan reacted quickly: he was on his feet in no time at all and had his lightsaber in his hand, ready to ignite it. Dooku nodded thoughtfully and said something. But, of course, the older Obi-Wan still could not hear anything. So he just watched as Dooku told his younger self, who nodded and said a few things from time to time, some lectures - probably about a Jedi always having to be mindful of his surroundings.

Pressing his lips together, which were slightly trembling upon seeing his Master again after all this time, Obi-Wan quickly moved on to the next room. Another scene of his past greeted him: It was on Naboo in the swamps where he and Anakin were frolicking in the water. Oh yes, he could still remember that day so well. The panic, the shame, the uncertainty... and then: trust, a growing feeling of courage, and finally peace. Longingly, he watched his younger self playfully dive a younger version of Anakin under the water. They both looked so young, so carefree... It had all been before the Clone Wars, which had changed them so much. Before Qui-Gon's death... In his mind, Obi-Wan could hear their cheerful laughter, playful screams, coughs when they got too much water in their mouths, the splashing sounds of the water...

He remained longer here than in front of the other scenes. He felt tears burning in his eyes and quickly closed them to fight the tears back. Go on, he reminded himself harshly. I must go on.

Without looking back again, he continued until he arrived at the next diversion. This time, he saw the Room of a Thousand Fountains in the Jedi Temple. A presumably ten-year-old Obi-Wan was sitting on his favourite place, a stone covered with moss, and watched his best friend Bant Eerin swimming gracefully in a pond. His hair was wet - obviously he had been in the water before too. But of course he lacked the stamina of the Mon Calamarian, who could stay in the water for hours. From time to time, Bant looked up at him and the two friends exchanged silent smiles.

The next room was a training room in the Jedi Temple. Master Yoda was instructing a group of younglings of maybe three or four years. The window shades were closed and the soft glowing light came from a hologram, which Master Yoda had activated. It showed the stars of the Inner Core. Obi-Wan saw himself standing next to a very small Bant Eerin. Both of them were listening attentively to Master Yoda's words. But not everyone was as disciplined as they were.

Obi-Wan had to smile when he recognised Anakin among the younglings. It looked like he was not listening to Master Yoda at all. His eyes wide like saucers, he stared into the projected stars with a look of sheer awe. Then Obi-Wan recognised Bruck Chun and Garen Muln. Both of them were trying again and again to grab the holo-stars in their tiny fists. Obi-Wan's gaze rested on Master Yoda once again. The tiny Jedi Master was watching the younglings with a look of warmth and a cheerful twinkle in his eyes.

Did you know then that you were training the generation who would fight in the Clone Wars? Obi-Wan wondered sadly. Did you know what would meet this group of innocent children? Did you know how much they would lose? Their Masters, their friends, their beliefs...

There were only two rooms left now. The first one showed a place Obi-Wan had never seen before and yet he knew immediately what it was. He saw a magnificent room with a huge bed. A young woman leant in the cushions. Her face was pale and she looked slightly sick but she looked down lovingly at the baby she was cradling in her arms. The baby was still very small and did not have any hair. It looked up with big blue eyes at the woman.

So that's what it's like to have a mother, Obi-Wan mused to the bed, a very young girl sat on the edge of a chair. Her short legs were dangling and she peered curiously at the baby. Obi-Wan's heart skipped a beat. My older sister, he thought excitedly, watching the girl who was so familiar and yet so strange to him more closely. She was skinny, had reddish hair and many freckles. The formal dress she was wearing looked slightly misplaced on her. She looked more like an exuberant and nosy child than like a princess.

Then a man entered the room. Obi-Wan gulped. My father... The man looked exactly like a king was supposed to look: He was tall and muscular, had broad shoulders, thick blond hair and a slightly messy beard. With quick strides, he moved towards the bed. The woman said something to him and then he was laughing happily and the two adults were talking animatedly to each other and occasionally to the baby. The girl scrunched her little nose and ran out of the room. A few moments later, it seemed that the couple had a little argument. The man extended his arms towards the baby, he probably wanted to hold it, but the woman seemed to be against it. They did not argue for a long time, though. Soon, the man bent forwards, kissed his wife on the forehead, patted his son's bald head and then left the room.

It was by far the strangest thing Obi-Wan had ever seen. Seeing the home and the family he never knew... I wonder what - Obi-Wan rather forcefully tore himself from the scene. No what ifs, he said resolutely and moved on to the last room. He wondered what would be in that room. From what he had gathered so far, the rooms showed stations of his life - in reverse order. As the previous room had shown his birth, he had no idea what could be in the last room.

He was really puzzled (and maybe even a bit disappointed) when there was nothing in the room but stars. It simply showed the galaxy. Or maybe only a part of the galaxy? He could not be sure as there seemed to be no limitations of the "room". It was like a window into the universe. Not sure what to make of this, Obi-Wan turned back and walked on through the tunnel. It was not far until he reached its end. There was a full-length mirror. Obi-Wan stepped closer until he could see his reflection in the glass. He looked worn: his eyes were small and there were dark circles under them. He still had the mark which Melaahe had painted on his forehead and nose. Again, he had the unsettling feeling that eyes were following him. He shuddered slightly. Maybe the souls of the dead?

Don't panic now, he firmly told himself. There is no death, there is the Force.

Not knowing what to do, Obi-Wan cautiously tipped one finger against the glass. Nothing happened. He looked at his reflection again. His hair had slightly grown as he had not cut it for quite some time and his Padawan braid was considerably dishevelled. Oh well, what else am I supposed to do? Obi-Wan thought and started braiding his hair anew. It was probably not what he was expected to do here, he certainly had not come here to plait his braid. It was simply the only thing he could do, something to keep his hands occupied. He hated being without a purpose. When he had almost finished his braid, he thought he saw a movement behind him in the mirror. He froze in his movements. Not daring to turn around, he kept staring into the mirror. Now he saw someone - or something. It was a black shadow. Yes, it looked much like a person. But the outlines were blurred and the shape was simply black. It was growing bigger and bigger until it reached almost Obi-Wan's size. And then Obi-Wan recognised him: Dooku.

Looking majestic, intimidating and very Master-like, he just stood there behind Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan should have rejoiced upon seeing his Master again. But he did not. He was afraid. His Master had his arms crossed over his chest and examined him with a very critical expression. Obi-Wan was in fear because Dooku might scold him for not obeying the Council, for being here, for not plaiting his Padawan braid properly… And the shape in the mirror still grew and grew until it was taller than Obi-Wan. Master Dooku was now twice his normal size. His dark cloak seemed to fill the whole tunnel behind Obi-Wan.

When the shadow moved even closer as if to swallow Obi-Wan, he could not take it any longer. He tore his gaze from the stupefying sight in the mirror, spun around - and found himself face to face with Qui-Gon Jinn.