[u]Keystone City, 34th Bush Street Shopping Center
January 1st, 2020.[/u]

As with all cities, there are areas that simply fall out of favor and are generally abandoned by everyone who can afford to be anywhere else. Bush Street Shopping Center was one such area. Once upon a time it had been a filled with store fronts and businesses, but as the economy tanked a few times and its inability for most of the businesses who had been there to compete with more well known competitors in better locations, the only storefront that remained that didn't have a 'For Rent' or 'For Lease' sign in the window of the otherwise empty buildings was a cake shop that had proven time and time again to supply high quality cakes and other desserts while benefiting from the relatively low rent of the area.   

Twitchy the Rabbit had made his home in the back one of the empty buildings. Getting in hadn't been too hard, since the cameras had long been damaged and no one clearly cared enough to have them replaced and the back door had used a handle found in the door knob itself... which had shattered as soon as he had applied just a little more pressure then average.

It was a relatively humble little lair; A small pile of blankets and cushions to snuggle up and let his host rest during the day, several piles of books sorted into different subjects that either interested him or where fields of study he wished to pursue, a tub and piece of line that he washed himself, his host and their cloths with... and a metal bar that he jammed the door so that he didn't need to worry about someone stumbling in on him randomly. 

Truth be told, his host didn't seem to require rest or sleep... but Twitchy liked doing it anyway. After all, his ability to move around and function depended on his host and even if they didn't have a mind anymore, the least he could do was ensure that they laid down and got a good days rest. It wasn't like they had anything better to do during the daylight hours either; He had figured out fairly quickly that operating during the light of pure day was more hassle then it was generally worth... so bunkering down was kind of a requirement. 

Today he was studying a book he had borrowed from a library a bit further out then the ones he generally visited after hours. It was a rather informative documentation on a series of known Loa of Louisiana Voodoo; Who they were, what signs and rituals they were generally connected to and how to recognize them once they possessed a horse. It was a fascinating subject, if for no other reason then because ever since he had started to look into the magic that had brought him and Mortimer to life, the possibility of them being Loa was clear to see... but despite it being early days he hadn't located information on who either himself or Mortimer might have been before their awakening. 

Of course, there was always another page to be turned. New secrets and information to be uncovered. So while the rest of the world passed him by, Twitchy the Rabbit contented himself with the pursuit of knowledge as his human host laid there, wrapped in blankets on a pile of pillows with their eyes closed.