strike one: escape
From the outside, Yoochun's house looked like it was plucked straight out of a quaint countryside village in 17th-century New England. The helper angels sure did some splendid work with the visuals. I pondered whether to simply materialize in front of him inside and whisk him back to Earth, but thought better of it. Must show common courtesy. At least in heaven.
I lifted the ornate brass door knocker to the front door and struck twice.












