Evan's representation of home is a big, drafty living room, stuffed full of bookshelves and side tables and an old couch, a big picture window looking out on a field of nighttime snow rimmed by a decrepit farm fence and a tall conifer windbreak. The room is dominated by a big brick fireplace that takes up most of one wall, stacked high on either side with firewood.

A middle-aged woman and man sit on the couch, short and redheaded and tall and blonde respectively, sometimes with a cat, sometimes a dog, sometimes chattering with one another, sometimes in companionable silence. A teenage girl is often there, but not always. A cup of cocoa sits on a carpet in front of the hearth, along with a pile of books (one open and face-down far too near the crackling fire) and a discarded pair of socks.