"I've been to Rome," Isaac says, which isn't the real one he doesn't think, just the old one. "I'm pretty sure it's a door here, though. I mean, it always happens when I go through a door, but the front door? That's a new one," he says, fumbling with the curls as they fall in his eyes again. "Do you have a hair tie or something? This is ridiculous," he huffs.