Deciding standing in the entryway was ridiculous, he walked through to the back of the house and began ascending the stairs. Maybe if he visited the bedroom, then this entire experience wouldn't feel so surreal. As he hit the landing of the top floor, Blaise recalled all the times he said how much he never wanted to be in this house when he was younger. Yet, here he was now, willingly coming home and accepting that this was, in fact, his home. Wouldn't his father be thrilled?