It didn't look too much different from how he remembered it, save for the fact that the piece of crap Saturn that used to be in the driveway was replaced by a pearlescent amber motorcycle (http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/rwby/images/9/91/YangBike.png/revision/latest?cb=20130613124150) that looked exceedingly well taken care of... almost brand new. Huh... that wasn't there before. Aside from it's sleek design, it definetely looked as though it lacked in the two-seater capacity, so looks like Sam wasn't going for a ride on that any time soon. The grass was mowed - which in amongst itself was a fucking miracle - and out the front of the house was what strongly resembled a combat dummy jammed into the ground like a scarecrow. It looked well used and sufficiently beaten on.<br/><br/>This whole thing was wrong... everything about it just felt wrong. Max was terrible about lawn maintenence, and he was most assuredly NOT anyone who was concerned about pysical health or martial arts. Before going up to ring the doorbell, Sam took a detour to the mailbox. That would be a confirmation of things... if the mailbox had 'Maxwell Dent' on it, then this was all one big elaborately contrived prank, and he would be very nettled. He opened the box, and peered inside. Across the bottom near the lip were two names. 'YANG XIAO LONG' right above 'RUBY ROSE'.<br/><br/>That cinched it. This was no prank. All that was left was to knock on the door and see the damage first-hand.