He closed his eyes the smell of smoke and red wine wafting around him as music drifted in from the parlor. This was home in every sense of the word. Memories fluttered behind his eyelids as he rested. A little boy with platinum blond hair chasing a ball through the vast back yard and a young man chasing him. It was so simple then. When everything was starting and no one cared. Now the world was pressing on his shoulders and nothing he could do would relieve the pressure from his worn and tired body. He opened his eyes and took a sip of his wine taking in the room around him. At least he'd always have home.