It's not that long of a trip- the transition is a little startling. Steel and artificial light to the bright blue and fluffy white clouds, grass, a breeze, chirping birds in the distance, a dirt road that winds past a little dive bar and up a ways to a ranch house. The walk to the house up the road is a short one- past trees and bushes, a little pond, as close to what he'd always wanted and never had as he could possibly manage.

Not home but-

Something. Something that's his. The door locks with an actual key he pulls from his belt- waving Locus in to a room with worn wooden floors and old, comfortably broken in sofas.

"You like your coffee strong?"