Marshall gave a helpless shrug. Security was a good thing for his kind and so far Arthur was the first living person to ever grace his doorstep.
"Well, I was waiting to see if you would change your mind but we can go on ahead."
He headed down the steps and flipped a switch illuminating a small hallway where another door waited at the end. He waited for Arthur to go down the steps before shutting the cellar doors and deadbolting them shut from the inside.
Finally he made his way down the small hallway to the door. He entered a number code on a small keypad beside the door and then manually unlocked the two locks on it, opened the door and flipped a lightswitch.
"Here we go..my humble abode."


The apartment was completely normal looking and obviously a bachelor pad. The door opened up into a living room where a secondhand couch, coffee table and end tables with plain lamps resided. The only thing of major note was that the coffee table was littered with sheets of music, notebooks and pencils and a stray cd or two.
A small and obviously underused kitchen resided in the upper right hand section of the living room. The upper left had small loveseat and a television and various game systems and a rather huge sterio.
A glass case rested up against the kitchen wall outside of the hallway. Inside it was a really old guitar and various other small antique looking objects.
The walls were decorated with various band posters, some autographed and some were obviously pretty old.