The elevators stop on the fourth floor and spill people forth into the white, white on white, and alabaster waiting room for Customs and Immigration.  There are a lot of people in here, most of them looking harried, flustered, worried, exhausted, or just plain scared.  It probably wouldn't be so bad if they'd turn the music up a few notches--you can barely hear it, and every time you try to focus on the song they're playing, it seems to fade away.  Very poor acoustics, it seems.<br/><br/>There are a number of small booths here, each of which seems to provide a guide service to the terminal in much the same way that other booths in other airports provide car rentals.  They're doing a brisk business.  But why would you want a guide for an airport?  It looks pretty straightforward.  How could you get lost in a giant upside-down wedding cake?<br/><br/>Another elevator arrives, lets a few people off, and continues on its way to a higher floor.  In the brief moment the doors are open, there's a lot of baby blue body armor in evidence.  Looks like the Peace Force is 'in da house'.