Rowland was simply trapped in that damn room he called a mind before he opened another large refurbished church door once Nick buzzed him in and he walked up the spiral decorative wrought iron Victorian steps to His Gothic front step. Rowland half expected Him to be by the front door, now passing the modernised yet integrated kitchen and passed the Viking mass on his left in the would-be living room, with that unreadable look on His face; but he then heard music up the classic wooden railed staircase against the wall filled with tribal masks and ancient weapons all the way up to the second floor, he followed the sound of Nick playing an eerie rendition of Damon Albarn's Royal Morning blue in an arpeggio on the harpsichord. Rowland believed it to be a song that came on the radio that one time when he and Nick road around L.A. high on blinky blues and green lights as the sun went down, the tune simply stuck and sort of romantically reminded him of the ocean.