Travel to Shaker Heights Ohio

I shudder as I land in the water of a horseshoe shaped lake. As I sink to the murky bottom, I think on the last few hours. The last thing I remember was the meeting. Then being flown off to some unknown locale. I don't remember how or why. Was it the watch? I pull myself to the surface and swim to the shore. Luckily it's not very far. I attempt to dry myself off in the sun, and begin walking around the perimeter of the water. There're rows of beautiful houses in front and behind me, large tudor homes that looked gracefully aged. I ask a couple walking passed the name of this town. Shaker Heights. What a lovely name. 

I decide to explore my surroundings. For a suburb none of the homes seem to be cookie cutter. They seem to be three styles, French, Tudor, and Cape Code. Perhaps this was a town mandate? There's not much commerce within the area, but I check my phone and we're only about twenty minutes from downtown Cleveland. I decide to take the "Rapid", a tram system that goes all the way from Shaker to the city. It's not very fast, which gives me time to take in the neighborhoods around me. I'm lay my head against the window and doze off. We'll be downtown soon.