The halls she passed through had the odd browsing tourist, peering into the lines of cases and displays. She could hear some sort of documentary film playing somewhere in another room, the noise faintly echoing throughout and the sounds of a battle thrashing to some bagpipe music. Overall the place was deserted.
The art exhibit was in one of the rear halls, at the furthest part of the museum, a huge white walled room with soft floaty music gently pouring over you as you entered. There was a table set up with pictures and information about the artist, and a pile of brochures. She browsed the pamphlet quickly, taking in the man’s mature face and grey hair, his background history and the basis behind his work before turning and strolling eagerly into the room. There were huge abstract painti
