Michael stared at the plaque. He remembered it. It had at one time been displayed behind Jeff Sinclair's desk.
He set it down on his desk not bothering to read what was embossed on it. He knew it by heart.
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but on the content of their character." from Martin Luther King, Jr's "I Have a Dream" speech
This had summed up Jeff's philosophy of life very nicely.
"God, I miss you, Jeff," he whispered. "Why did you have to leave? Why did you have to sacrifice yourself for the greater good?"
The plaque had been in a box of Jeff's personal belongings that Delenn had brought back from Minbar. She had felt it her duty to return them to his family, but didn't know how to go about it.
Michael had taken pity on her. He had accepted the box when all he wanted to do was throw it back in her face. He had barely stopped himself by remembering that Jeff had accepted his destiny.
The balding security officer sighed. It would take him a little longer to accept his friend's destiny and his for that matter, but accept it he would.
He made his way down to the botanical gardens. He placed the plaque near the Japanese rock garden.
It made sense to have a piece of his friend in the place he loved the most on the station.