From Qui-Gon's Blog : Songs
The room was silent, lit only by a purple lava lamp. A beaded curtain in the doorway rustled with a gentle breeze from the vent on the ceiling, casting waving shadows. Several of the posters, covered in a light layer of velvet, glowed neon shades in the low illumination.
There was a whoosh of displaced air and the regular occupant suddenly returned after over a month's absence. Qui-Gon Jinn was home.
He took a deep air-less breath, drinking the familiar sights and sounds of the place he knew so well. With an ethereal wave of his ghostly hand, the overhead lights brought sudden illumination to the room. He smiled broadly, catching sight of a holo-pic of both himself and JawaJuice on Tatooine, after the end of Survivor. They wore grins, though the exhaustion was evident in their eyes. Qui-Gon sighed, still smiling.
He drifted downstairs, going slowly, taking in the sights as if he'd never been in the house before. "JJ?" he called in the main room of the flat. The place was nearly silent. The only noise came from the closed kitchen.