“I feel this is a sinful religion, Sister Mary. God is not colors (!).”
“Not sinful,” replies the perhaps wiser Mary to Brother Joseph. “Simple,” she decides, and looks up toward the minor God that is Carrcassonnee, wondering if they can truly reactivate her today.
She can just see the naked eye, and wonders what happened to the 7th.
The Man About Time was playing one of Schubert’s late piano works when they arrived on the second floor. They were asked in turn to stare at tv static and play with a sand castle before approaching the minor deity still one level up.
“Do your magic,” The Man About Time requested and then stepped aside.
“The 7th is back,” whispered Mary over to Joseph. They knew it was a sign.