"Texas," Elvis answers. "All the way south, not near any of the big cities or anything. There was hardly anything around for miles. I liked that." It is, perhaps, the only thing he misses of what would be left for him back there. He'd never be able to work again and his father was gone, but he had, in his way, loved that big old house in the middle of nowhere and all of the surrounding land. He gets by here well enough, and it's convenient to live right above his place of work, but it's still not the same. "I'm not really much for livin' in a city, either." He pauses a beat, then adds, "What about you? Where was home?"