Despite media attention over the scandal of Senator Octavio Vici, the Senate had managed to keep things down to a minimum as far as their reputation went.

They had, of course, dismissed Octavio from his position immediately but it was not so bad for him.

Unknown to anyone other than the inner workings of the hierarchy, he would continue to live out his life on full salary.

Aldred tended to Janeesa regularly and she seemed to be healthy as did the growing son inside of her.

As for Marichka who had now been missing for quite some time, Octavio had just given up.  He had informed the House Of Morden about the situation and left it in their hands to either search for her or not.  He suspected that there was more to this than a potential ship accident in the outer reaches of space where the debris would remain unidentified, but he no longer cared.

His life had been turned upside down.  He needed to set new priorities in his life and if Marichka did not want to be a part of that, he would envelope his other six wives into that world with him.

Michael knew it would be some time before he had completed his schooling.  He was going to be an intuitive psychologist.  It was one thing to be able to interpret a patient's healing by taking notes and putting them together.  It was quite another and more successful thing to be able to sense what was going on in their mind.

In the meantime, he needed a job.

He had seen the advertisements all over and was already friends with the owner.  Seeing this sign in the Zocalo over one of the food courts made him decide to ask:



He went into the tee shirt shop and went to the counter.

Neil was busy laser screening a custom order.

"Hey, guy," Michael said quietly.  "Now that the Suits are laying off of the Station, you look like you are getting busy again."

Neil wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.  "You bet."  Neil stopped and came over to the counter.  "Are you asking what I think you are asking?"

Michael swallowed.  He was not very good at asking for help, but this seemed to be destiny.  "I was wondering if--I mean, maybe--"

"I could use another set of hands around here," Neil replied.  "Won't take long to show you the ropes."

Michael smiled and he shook hands with Neil.

Neil then took him on an orientation of the shop and its equipment.

The two slowly sat back down and Dief looked from one to the other.  "The question," Dief said quietly, "is not *who* David is, but *where*."

Garibaldi put his elbows on the table and his face in his hands, slowly shaking his bald head.  "A remembrance," he said but it came out somewhat muffled.

ToffeeFox picked up on the word.  "A remembrance of what?"

Garibaldi looked up and placed his hands on the table.  "Of everything.  Back then.  Something important we all came here to do."

He then went on to tell them of the dream within a dream he had earlier that day along with his recent revelation.

"No problem," Dief said after some silence when he was done.  "We simply find David in this dimension or wherever we were at and get him to explain some things.  Like where the Salvation is."

"And what it has to do with the universe," ToffeeFox added.

Garibaldi would need a lot of help.

"Would you ladies," Garibaldi asked, "like to accompany me to the Gray Council?  They might have some answers."

When Jim finally deigned to speak, he simply wheezed, "I am needed at the Gray Council.  We must find David."

"Do you have nine members?" Lindaru asked.

"Yes," Jim simply replied.

Later when Garibaldi arrived, he gave a brief run down of their situation.

His astronomer friends had unpacked their exploration vessel and headed to their quarters for a nice rest.

"We have Satai Aelora, Satai Callista, Satai Trigati, Delenn, Spoofoo, Entilzha Einat, Jim, myself--"

Garibaldi realized they were one short.  "Zorksnoot!" he exclaimed.  It was not common for monks, especially Minbari ones, to react to disappointing news in that manner, but he was among friends.

Jim said quietly, "Garfield filled in last time."

Garibaldi looked at Lindaru.  "How are your psychic energies doing lately?"

Lindaru was shocked.  She said nothing for a moment.  "Me?"

She had never participated in the Gray Council before.  She always felt it was a sacred thing and Jim had never went into details about what they did there.

Garibaldi nodded slowly and looked to Jim.  "Yes," Jim wheezed.

"I don't even--I mean," Lindaru started.

Garibaldi put her mind to rest.  "We will show you how it is done before we actually enact the process."

Kathy Lou was grinning and nodding emphatically.  "Yes!  You should do it!  It will be fun!"

Lindaru looked at everyone around the table with her and then relented.  She was secretly excited about it but tried not to show it.  "Okay," she said.  "I'll do it."

Even as Garfield spoke those words, they had reached their destination.

It was a small shuttle that had been fitted with the frequency chip drive, so the journey to the rim was quick.

Flarnstar placed a loving hand on the encounter suited hand of Grandma Kosh.

"Booji be with you," Flarnstar told her.  She tried to remain stoic but her Minbari face betrayed her with the touching love that most Minbari possess.

"Booji be with you, as well," Grandma Kosh said and removed her head piece to her encounter suit.  "I know he will be."

A bright white light shot straight up out of the remainder of the encounter suit, then through the hull of the ship and off into the distance.

A pinpoint of light appeared on the horizon of space and flared into a great glowing orb.

Then it faded into the darkness that was spaced between the stars.

Flarnstar sat with one hand on the console of her ship.  She knew she should head back but knew she would not be able to.

She would spend the next several hours just staring after that flash in the night.

The Gray Council was assembled outside of the monastery on Minbar.

Lindaru had been given one of the gray hooded robes to wear.

Garibaldi instructed her.  "Conscious intent," he told her.  "Send your conscious intent up into the universe with us and try to obtain the whereabouts of David."

She nodded.  She would forgo the beginning words of the ceremony as she had not memorized them, but on cue, she closed her eyes and concentrated with all of her might.

She remembered back in McCall working on weather situations such as drought and heavy winds whipping fires.  How she had used conscious intent then.

She remembered back in McCall the long distance reiki healings and diagnostics she had done for many people.

Now she was playing Sherlock Holmes looking for an old friend whom they had not heard from in a very long time.  This would indeed be different.

The Minbari were chanting.  Jim was standing to her left and Garibaldi to the right.  She could not hear Garfield.  Do sentient ships sleep?  Do androids dream of electric sheep?

She must stop that and concentrate.

No sooner had she begun to concentrate than a slow breeze whispered around them.

There were images.  A lot of images.  She saw the Salvation.  No sign of David.

Her eyes popped open.

David!  She now knew where she had seen him before.  The trip back from Earth returning from Josephine's memorial service.

He had been the one speaking to the groups.

She returned herself to concentration again.  She understood who he was but where was he?

The Gray Council would continue to search in the silence of the night sky, joined in a common cause and expecting a miracle.

Kathy Lou was sitting in the food court at a table in the Zocalo sipping a frappuccino.

Neil and Michael, having closed down the shop for the night, saw her sitting there and stopped.

"Mind if we join you?" Neil asked.

"Not at all," Kathy Lou replied.

"Where are Lindaru and Jim?" Neil asked as he and Michael both selected chairs and sat down.

Kathy Lou took another drink of frappuccino as she answered, "Gray Council."

This did not evoke a response in Michael but Neil looked to Michael and then to Kathy Lou.  "Jim *and* Lindaru at the Gray Council?"

"Yeah," Kathy Lou responded.  "Kind of makes me jealous but I am happy for her.  Her first time and all.  Something to do with Flarnstar not being able to attend."  Kathy Lou tipped the last of the frappuccino into her mouth and sat back.

She stared at the light haired man a moment and then Neil realized that they had not been introduced.

"Michael, Kathy Lou.  Kathy Lou, Michael," Neil said.

Michael nodded.  "How do you do?"

"I've been better," Kathy Lou answered, perhaps a little too honestly.  "I guess I am going to be working at Gwyn's Coffee Shop?"  Kathy Lou shrugged.  "Gwyn just stopped by the Temple to let me know that Grandma Kosh has left the Station."

Michael smiled, not knowing what the seriousness of this all was and said in an announcer type voice, "Elvis has left the building."

Kathy Lou stared at him a moment even though Neil was chuckling about that one.  "You guys don't get it.  Gwyn told me Grandma Kosh has--well--gone beyond the rim."

Neil was in total shock.

"Yeah," Kathy Lou said.  "That one."

Michael looked to Neil for clarification.  Neil explained about Vorlons and their time to cross over, and how it all happened.  Apparently, most Vorlons were able to choose their time and not leave it to fate.

Then Neil turned to Kathy Lou, "She never said anything to anyone?"

"Only to Gwyn," Kathy Lou sighed.  "And I guess Garibaldi and the original Gray Council members."

"So?" Kathy Lou asked excitedly.  "How was it?"

She had been waiting in the cargo bay for them to arrive.  Lindaru had disembarked while Jim shut Garfield down.

"Amazing," Lindaru replied.  She looked at Kathy Lou.  She sensed telepathically that Kathy Lou wished she had been asked, so Lindaru thought it might be a good idea to change the subject.  "What have you been doing with yourself this evening?"

As they walked into the corridor of the Station, Kathy Lou told her about Gwyn offering her the job because of Grandma Kosh leaving the vacancy, and also of Neil and Michael stopping by to say hello.  Neil had not seemed to take the news of Grandma Kosh very easily.

"Well," Lindaru told her, "she was loved by so many of us."  Lindaru scrunched her face trying to recognize the other name.  "Michael?"

"Yeah," Kathy Lou said.  "The one that hangs around Neil and Eric?  The one that used to design ships and computer drives on Epsilon 5?  He works in the tee shirt shop now."

"Oh," Lindaru told her.  "I seem to recall the name but I cannot recall the face."

"Well, maybe tomorrow," Kathy Lou suggested, "we can finish that shopping we never started and you can meet him."