[The people on the fifth floor may have noticed that number eight has been busier than normal. But even if they hadn't noticed that, they might have noticed the not insignificant plume of black smoke which turned into white. No, no one has elected a new pope, there is now a home made sauna
sweatlodge in Bob's cabin.
This is how he's dealing, by sweating his way into a vision. He'll have no objections to visitors, just don't expect him to answer how he is.]