White house

Ethan checks out the white house.

Getting closer, he knows this house is definitely familiar, far more than he gave it credit for on his first viewing. But something about it just doesn’t feel quite right. A few feet from the porch, Ethan looks around, trying to see signs of life in the house. Part of him feels silly doing so, but it’s only a fraction compared to how silly he would feel ringing the wrong doorbell, so he decides to double down.

Slinking about, trying to not seem like he’s casing the place, Ethan peeks into the windows slightly.

Nothing. Or at least nothing that tells him if it’s the right house.