After a while of organisation, Kro had finally decided on how the treehouse would be set out on the inside. A small front room, with a small sofa, and a coffee table. Maybe even a radio- Television was overrated, as far as he was concerned. In the bedroom, a single bed, a wardrobe and a bedside cabinet. It wasn't much, but it would do.
As he exited the treehouse, he firmly shut the padlock he had placed on the outside, and jumped down to the ground. His body then faded into a shapeless grey cloud, which snaked it's way into the apartment building. After a moment, he-reformed, and decided to look around for any other residents.
He sung quietly to himself as he walked.
"And the trees, they sang
A song of emotion, a song of truth
And when the tide came crawling
There was nothing but the tall grass shoots..."