A tall figure struggled against the wind. Wobbling slightly, the figure fought against the snow towards familiar surroundings. He climbed the stone steps, past the metallic 12A on the small wall. He pressed the doorbell and leaned against the rail opposite the blue door. No one answered. The figure cursed, stating that Symphony couldn't have picked a better time to go on holiday. He moved over to the doorbell, still clutching his side. Gently, he pushed the doorbell to the side to reveal a small symbol. He put his hand against it and it glowed and disappeared. He then put his hand on the door handle and pushed the now unlocked door open. He stumbled in and grabbed a med kit from the kitchen then collapsed onto the couch. Grabbing the bandage he moved to stop the bleeding from the wound in his side.