Qui-Gon had introduced himself to the captain and co-pilot and then retreated to the aft section of the ship to meditate. The closer he got to Coruscant he became more and more anxious. The force was trying to speak to him, tell him of the future, but it was very difficult for him to let go of the moment to hear it. Hour after hour passed in deep meditation, grasping for images and thoughts that he could perceive just out of reach. Just as he was about to give up, one thought came screaming at him out of the fog. 'Hurry, hurry home!' it howled at him. Without giving it a second thought, he contacted the cockpit.

"It'll be about four hours Master Jinn." the pilot responded.

"Do whatever you must to get us there as fast as you can."

"Yes, Sir." The pilot obviously had a lot of experience working with the Jedi, for he didn't ask a single question.

Next Qui-Gon made his way to the nearest communications console and sent a message to Obi-Wan. When he did not receive a response as quickly as he wanted, he was surprised to find his heart doing flip flops.

"I'm sorry Master. What can I do for you?"

"Nothing Padawan." It took everything he had not to breath an audible sigh of relief. "I just wanted to inform you that I will be arriving in a few hours." He was aware of how lame it sounded.

"Ah, okay Master. I was going to spar with Master Sil A'Nis, but if you have something you need me to do before you arrive, I'll gladly..."

"No,no Padawan go right ahead. I just hope you don't need any bacta this time."

"Very funny Master. I seem to recall a few good burns that needed tending the last time you faced her." Obi-Wan countered.

"Well then Padawan. I'll see you when I return. We have a lot of training to catch up on." Relieved enough to become the stern Master again.

"Yes, Master." the student replied with downcast eyes. "Safe journey and may the force be with you."

"Thank you Obi Wan."

He ended the transmission and tried to reach the council. He was informed by Mace Windu that all was well at the temple other than a mission awaiting him and his apprentice. 'Hurry, hurry home!'

"Stop centering on your anxieties, you old fool." Qui-Gon said aloud in his most frustrated voice. He thought about rescinding his previous order to the captain, but decided to listen to what the force was telling him, even if it was just his anxiety. 'Hurry!'

It was going to be a very long four hours.