Parking his car with Nick's vehicle just behind him, stopping by the front door steps. Nick got out and patted himself down looking for what Rowland could only imagine was his house keys whilst he bounced up every step toward the large dark mahogany front door, which was bold and simple in it's elegance appose to the house's main entrance, and the skylight window above it.
Rowland got out of his vintage car, but stood there for a moment and thought about how real this all truly was; the entire time that he drove to this place with Nick, it just never occurred to him. As if he had no destination, almost as if he was endlessly driving, that is, until they arrived. As if his brain wasn't computing the idea of destination, that he was really following through on a dream. To Rowland, it was th
