It was two year since Jim had made it his home. He cooked there and lay there under it to sleep. He bothered nobody and nobody bothered him.
Everything it seemed was as it should be…
Then today, when he awoke, Jim found sitting beside him there was a new mop and bucket.
Strange he had thought, until it dawned on him that now he would be expected to clean the fire escape for in return for his lodgings.
Everything it seemed was to be different...