It Was about 6pm when I heard a knock on the door. It WAS Jason, my teenage neighbour. He looked cold and upset. "What's wrong. Jason? I HAVE LOST my key and I can't go into my house." "Come in. Today's not a day for long walks. or long waits:' I looked out the window, It WAS SNOWING hard and it was windy. The weather was getting WORSE every hour. Jason TOOK off his coat and boots. His FEET were wet and I gave him a pair of socks to change into. A cup of hot tea and some biscuits soon made the boy feel warm. "Where are your parents, Jason?" "I DO NOT KNOW. I can't call them because of this," he pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed it to me - the creen WAS BROKEN and the phone was obviously dead. Jason focused on 'he food again. He took his FOURTH biscuit and said: "1 wish my mum could make biscuits like this."