Nathan, after finishing the creation of his sandwich, strode down to the reception desk. He had just finished his food when he arrived there, and after a brief sip of coffee, leant over the desk to address David.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Hello, my favourite inanimate answering machine. Gotten any 'help' flags today? I've time to spare."</span>He caught a glimpse of Hannah, and chuckled.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"And here's the intern now! You look a little pale, Hannah. Surely, having spent more than an hour here in that shape warrants a medical check?"</span>He knew, of course, that Hannah had been late. He loved winding the fresh faces up a bit. He returned his attention to David.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Oh, and I need the schedule for CrimiCon. I took the liberty of making a mailgroup of all the journalists who're attending, so send it to us when you have it, hm?"</span><br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>As he landed, Dr. Andrews quickly gathered his things and prepared to be taken to the offices. He had ordered a town car in advance, and found it waiting for him at the tarmac. After a brief show of passports and a luggage inspection, Andrews was in the car, cruising along the freeway to downtown New York. He saw the bustle of the city, and immediately asked the driver to stop by a burger shop on the way.<span style="color: #8040FF">"It has been far too long since I found myself able to enjoy a classic american burger."</span>The driver nodded professionally, and after a brief visit to a drive-thru, Dr. Andrews found that he was quite content. Why, one might even mistake his satisfaction for actual happiness, if one didn't know the man.