Wilford gives him a thumbs up and nods toward the back of the house. "His room," he says, pointing at the bedroom door. "You'll want to check in there to make sure he hasn't made a mess. Bathroom. My office. And you are down here."

He opens the door to a small alcove with a spiral stair case, and heads down. The lower level is, depending on whether you're in the front or the back, either the basement or the ground level. It's decorated similarly to upstairs, just as sparse but with the same theme throughout. "Don't use that door. There's a mean-looking cactus on the other side. Garage there. Bedroom, and your bathroom."

The bedroom is fully-furnished, as if he expects people to stop by for the weekend at any moment. Large, soft bed with dark bedding. Flatscreen TV that's not quite as big as the one upstairs. On the bed is a large cellphone, a netbook, and an envelope.

"Safe's in the closet. Use it. There's cash in there for whatever you need. Let me know when it gets low."