During his 'holidays' in Planet Toulouse, waiting for the big meeting with Council to happen, the Dr felt nostalgic, and decided to quietly board a Scimitar from the Fifth's hangars, and flew to the Kiva once again.
Mooring, walking the corridors, stretching down to reach the trapdoor, it all brought warm memories through his pineal.
As he descended the ladder of the Sanctum he could smell the particular odors of the room, once the meeting place where Popes would come to 'fix' their spirits with the well chosen words of the Polyfather.
He walked throught the room slowly, studying the new view the Kiva had, now that Pueblo had been re-located.
Mal, am I doing it right? Is this what you wanted?
He climbed the ladder up again, walked thru the corridors in silence, and jumped into his ship back to Rousillion.
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