Johnny stepped into the house, his hat coming off in the process, and he looked around. He shook his head and laughed a little bit. It was the same in here - though vastly different, as it was in his own house.
"I'm never going to get used to this shit." He commented.
"You know the thing that kills me?" Johnny turned, pointing over his shoulder. "I'm just a few houses up. We must have been missing each other by minutes coming and going. I've been looking outside of the neighborhood, never once thinking that you'd be so close."
That had seemed to easy, honestly. Though, a lot of things in life did take the path of least resistance. Not all, but a lot.
"Should have done a door to door search for you earlier."