It was weird riding through a big city on horseback, but as JW passed through the more residential areas and made his way into the city proper, he found that a literal unicorn was not that unusual a whip. Roaring dragons soared overhead and all types of birds and great hopping creatures took the places of busses and trainlines and cars.

He traveled like a nomad, with a patchy fluttering poncho blowing in the snowy wind behind him. Hot Stuff, his Sizzlipede, was wrapped around his neck and doing an awesome job of keeping him toasty but still, his breath puffed in the new year's chill. He held his Poke'Gear out in front of him in one gloved hand as he stopped occasionally and showed the address to passers-by. Some people would give him a helpful nod and point him the way. Others would scowl. They knew that house. They wanted nothing to do with JW.

With confusion creasing his brow, JW soldiered on. Eventually, Lady and JW found their way to the front lawn of Handsome Manor. JW pulled her to a stop and squinted up at the windows, a hand shielding his eyes from the snow.

"Damn..." was all he really had to say about it. JW wondered if this fellow was going to invite him in, dope him up, and then hunt him for sport.