Ah. Duster stopped in the middle of his tracks, staring straight back at the man at the top of the steps. He's not sure what he expected: a warm welcome from an old woman who would bring him in with open arms? A young, spirited woman? A kid? A grouchy old guy? No, just...a regular man.

Right. Answering. "Yeah." A pause. "I'm pretty sure this is the right place."