It was about 6 pm when I heard a knock on the door. It Jason, my teenage neighbour. He looked cold and upset. [BE]

“What’s wrong, Jason?” “I my key and I can’t get into my house.” [LOSE]

“Come in. Today’s not a day for long walks, or long waits,” I looked out the window. It hard and it was windy. [SNOW]

The weather was getting every hour. [BAD]

Jason off his coat and boots. [TAKE]

His 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. [FOOT]

“Where are your parents, Jason?” “I . [NOT/KNOW]

I can’t call them because of this,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed it to me - the screen and the phone was obviously dead. [BREAK]

Jason focused on the food again. He took his biscuit and said: “I wish my mum could make biscuits like this.” [FOUR]