Jedi didn't necessarily need a quiet place like this chapel to meditate or collect one's thoughts. The quiet did help, but it wasn't needed. An ideal Jedi, Qui-Gon felt, could meditate just about anywhere and at any time. Place would be irrelevant if one simply had the proper connection to the Force.

He hadn't seen Obi-Wan yet, but that was no sure sign that something had happened. The young man could take care of himself and it wasn't Qui-Gon's place to worry about him like he was an initiate - especially now that they were equals, now that Obi-Wan had crossed that threshold into becoming a full Knight. Obi-Wan becoming a Knight in this fashion would probably open up a whole new set of problems if they ever returned to the Republic, once Qui-Gon managed to explain how he wasn't quite as dead as everyone had thought. Toeing lines seemed to be a habit for him, but between pushing for Anakin and taking matters into his own hands to knight Obi-Wan, he'd probably toed one too many.

But that was a big if right there. Qui-Gon needed to focus on the now. As he settled into one of the wooden pews, lacing his fingers in his lap, he thought back to the problem of a crude comm link. They would need to figure out a way to construct one here, if they could find the parts. When he saw Obi-Wan next, he would have to fill him in on his plan and see if he had any suggestions.