“Closing the rather large hatch you come to flick on a switch against the wall, lights guide the small path ahead and a hum of air conditioning kicks in behind you, the walls are made of metal, and encapsulate you as you arrive at the door.

Yet another blockade, a door more akin to a submarine which is rectangular with a wheel to keep it airtight.

Twisting it open and spinning it till it thuds against itself you open the door, within there is a cube shaped room with seats holding shoes underneath them and above shelves for space. A sliding door separates it from the rest of the hidden house.

Slide it open and there lies a wall of green, selectively chosen plants and counters that span the length of the room, half the area a kitchen and the other half a mixed dining and living room area. Piping giving a smoother edge to the sides of the ceiling.” He theorised and planned as he spoke to the builders.

“So how’s it sound? It’s not done yet but is it at least feasible in some regard?” He asked.

The builder looked at his doodles and notes and placed a palm to his forehead.

“I mean… if you’ve got the money I’m sure we can figure something out. Let us know when you’re done otherwise it won’t be your so called ‘dream mole living’ situation.”

He replied “that’s perfect, I’ll see you soon then!”

“What a child-like fella” the builder commented.