He steps out of the tour bus and looks up at the empty Gothenburg mansion.

It looks...like they left it, honestly. All stately and old and imposing outside, very different from the remodeled interior. He vaguely remembers letting them hire somebody to take care of the grounds, when somebody asked, which explains why the front yard isn't a mess.

He looks back over his shoulder at the rest of the band behind him.

"So...this is it."

He has the keys clutched in his right hand. It's a good thing after all that he kept carrying them around.