[Not an inch of recoil. Not even a flinch as he was touched. Maxwell was staring into nothingness, but the baroque architecture and the scents of incense were intense in his mind.]

I can still hear the Schola chanting... and Grandioso L'organo (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/SeraphimSephiroth/Maxwell%20Journal/SPFacade2.jpg) shuddering my insides.

[Reaching up, he brushed his own brow as if he felt something missing there.]

Hah.. I might have even received my pallium then.