It, perhaps surprisingly, didn't really take a while until Anthony was in front of a building and pushing a door open and then another door and then finally arrived in the place he called home. Of course, though he acted rather fast, he didn't forget to check if Elijah caught up with him—he trusted he had, of course. "Home, shit, home," Anthony deadpanned. He never understood all that 'home sweet home' nonsense, really. Despite that, though, the place definitely looked...much better than he remembered it being. Oh. Yeah. Probably because of the whole 'stress-cleaning the whole place after getting reminded that everybody hates you' thing. Hmm.