Adam liked to think of himself as a man of many talents--albeit, as more of a jack of many trades and not so much of a renaissance man--and one of those talents was, evidently, finding lost lambs. Granted, he thought on this particular Monday morning as he strode across the Ministry's atrium, the Ministry a very large place, and it was only natural that it would be a bit confusing to visitors or new hires.

So, he might have offered a word of aid to the younger man he was coming upon now if the man himself hadn't taken the initiative. He offered a sympathetic smile. "Level Six, I believe," he said. "Here, I'm headed to the lifts myself, I'll show you the way."

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