Mm-hm. Golden State, Hotel California, is home to the City of Angels. I'm in the middle between Southern and Northern California though.

[One of the cats, a chocolate British shorthair, sidles up next to Amelia and tucks its leg underneath. Placid and normal. She reaches out to absently scratch it behind the ears.]

Indiana... [The look in her eyes soften somewhat.]

That's a long way from home for you then.