Francis, or Frank as he had been known all his life, had lost virtually all of his money in the big crash in 2008. Evicted from his home, first his fiance had left him, then his job was taken from him due to cutbacks and soon he was out on the streets with little to nothing to him.
He had never been one to stick out too much, afraid that bad things could happen if he did and people took affront to it. Now bad things had happened to him, even tough he had been so careful.
On that fateful day he was in his 'place' that he had constructed from 2 discarded matresses and lots of boxes. He had found a continuously open cellar window in the back alley behind a cinema. The constantly escaping warm air making it a prime place to stay.
The nearby library had thrown away some damaged books a week prior, so he spent whatever of his days was left after looking for food reading. No one disturbed him, and so he spent that day alone as well, only the dynamo flashlight he had found 9 days ago providing some light to allow him continued reading.