[Poggio]

(( Okay and Why does Tiko want to find my character? ))

Along the way he decided he would make a stop to his little bungalow. Getting to it was like a maze but once you were there it provided a great view of the urban sprawl. When you actually looked inside his home it was more like a spacious tool shed that he had commandeered for himself when he was young. He had grown attached to the dwelling adding aspects as he needed it. He unlocked the door to his home, groping around the darkness for the light switch. For all the advances that mankind had made, Ezra was forced to live pretty primitively. In one corner there was an early electric stove, powered by a rechargeable generator that he had stolen. It provided enough heat to keep him from freezing to death in the harshest of winters. 5 paces from his kitchen was his bed room. The lump of cotton he called his bed was the hardest to get into his home. He dropped his cargo in corner along with the rest of his items. Letting his eyes drift off into sleep.