Finished with his bookkeeping, Felix locked up the office and left the building, flagging down a carriage drawn by clockwork horses, and headed towards the center of the Inner Circle.  He got off at the building next to the Alistair Tower and looked up, seeing Gideon's workshop hovering between the two buildings.

"[i]I hope he won't take offense to my arriving unannounced,[/i]" Felix thought to himself, "[i]I should have set up an appointment, or sent him a message beforehand, oh well.[/i]"  People were usually pretty forgiving of Felix due to his child-like appearance and demeanor, and also his status, a fact he had come to rely on over time.

"Felix Crepley-Quates," Felix introduced himself to the concierge at the front desk, "I have business with Mr. Gideon Lockheed."  The concierge didn't question it, so Felix headed to the lift, riding it up to the highest floor.  Stepping out, Felix headed down the hallway and used the knocker on the door that he was sure led to Gideon's penthouse, and awaited a response.