Armen had just been up to the corridor of Portraits visiting the large and wonderfully done painting comissioned for himself. The artist really had done a nice job, his eyes had that twinkle that made him look so wise, his teeth were bright and clean and his nose looked just right.

After about 15 minutes of looking at it lovingly and conversing with candidly, the department head decided it was about time he head back to level six. He was halfway down the hallways now, getting closer to the lifts.