"Yeah," he said, taking hold of the other end. "When I first got here there was nothing. Fewer people. Shelters instead of huts. Finding the compound was a godsend. My first hut was put together with wooden dowels and vines to tie it together. It was...rustic."

He chuckled a bit at the memory of the place he'd torn down and used for the November fifth bonfire.

"And now we've got so much. A nice little society with water and power. This place has grown up like you wouldn't believe."