Greece stopped in front of a surprisingly large, cherry-red house with snow on the roof. Wondering who lived in the house, he stepped forward onto the doormat, before getting the sense that nobody was home. He stepped back and sighed, of course, it would just be his luck that such a nice-looking house was empty right when he needed it to be full. He picked up the cat he'd placed on the ground so as to ring the doorbell, and started walking away, he would have to visit some of his neighbors after all. He casually walked down the broad avenue, occasionally yawning sleepily, as a slight breeze floated past, Heracles thought he caught the sound of somebody screaming, "Goddammit!" He shrugged, America's area was acknowledged in its weirdness.