It was the night of Qui-Gon's funeral.
Phil arrived early. He stood next to Qui-Gon's body. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.
He turned around and started to walk away. He paused, thought a minute, and went back.
He started to sing.
"It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word. And then that word grew louder and louder, until it was a battle cry. I'll come back when you call me. No need to say goodbye.
"Just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before. All you can do is try to know who your friends are as you head off to the war. Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light. You'll come back when it's over. No need to say goodbye. You'll come back when it's over. No need to say goodbye."
He turned away again and started to leave. Qui-Gon got up, followed Phil, and put his hand on Phil's shoulder. Phil turned, then continued singing.
"Now we're back to the beginning. It's just a feeling, and no one knows yet. Just because they don't feel it, too, doesn't mean you have to forget. Let your memories grow stronger and stronger, 'til they're before your eyes. You'll come back when they call you. No need to say goodbye. You'll come back when they call you. No need to say goodbye."