Our Lady of Fandom Church; Thursday Evening [ 02/17 ].

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Time was relative. It could have been a few years since the last time Chrono had opened these doors; it could have been almost a century. Either way he would chose to look at it, it felt almost like an eternity.

A lot had changed. About the island. About Chrono himself. He found himself at the familiar causeway wondering if he'd even found the right place, but, no, this was definitely it. As he started toward the streets, he realized his feet were moving still down familiar paths, almost moving on their own, until the graveyard came into view and the church that sat along beside it. He found with some gratitude and bittersweet pleasure that the door didn't squeak or creak or groan in complaint as he pushed it opened and stepped into the familiar building. He was almost overwhelmed with the sanctity of it, the stillness of it, the quietness, remembering another small chapel where the light streamed through the doors and...

Chrono closed his eyes. He wasn't going to think about it. He was just going to take a moment, let it sink in, and then get to the really important part. Making sure his church (err...the church) hadn't fallen to pieces in the handful of years he'd been gone, and then to see if the room underneath the stairs was still there. And not cluttered with storage.

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