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Times passes like water The Old One says.

The Old One tells of the Den-Pool, which has a wood board floor under it as level a layer of packed dirt as he could manage. Haviving over the course of the next few weeks flattened and leveled with a string level to guide how deep he wanted the floor roughly so that having dug down deep enough he had only to compact the dirt floor till it was at the level of the string and then he lay wood boards salvaged from the collapsed house and other still workable wood from nearby structures.

Having a floor, he next made a flap door and shored up the walls of his Den-Pool with what posts and wood planking he could fashion with the tools he had that being a hand saw and a wood ctters axe, though later on he found a hatchet in a house down the street from the Den-Pool and also a wood burning stove in that house's backyard shed.

The stove took many days, and much effort with the help of a furnature dolly he also found in what remained of that shed to get to his Den-Pool but in the cold weather times he had need of it.

Once safely back to his new home he got it into place in the Den-Pool and to the back wall of it so that he ran its ventalation chimney out the top of the roof with sheet tin he shapped into a tub and sealed witha couple rubber pads which he had saved from clean out the van he had been using for temporary shelter.

While at the house what had been left of it that is, that had provided him a stove and a few tools including the hatchet he made sure to get everything still useful he could find and make use of out of it and the one vehicle still parked in its garage, long forgotten.

Now having a new home built he had only to find a suitable bed or sleeping bag and he would be fully ready to spend his first night in his new home.