A little later, Sandy Hills couldn't help but crane her neck as the now-diminished party made their way up to the building that headquartered the very government institution she worked for. It towered above the street, staring down at passers-by with tall, thin, presumptuous-looking windows inset into gray stone. Even its doorway imposed, arching far over her head and holding two medieval-looking oaken doors. She didn't like it one bit. 