It’s not about the biscuits?
Once more the digital clock showed the time at 2.20am. It was uncanny how Jack woke around this time every morning. Jack silently got out of bed opened the bedroom door and in complete darkness made his way downstairs.
Opening the fridge door he poured himself a glass of milk. Leaving the fridge door slightly ajar to provide a little light he began the hunt for the biscuits.
Where had Sally hidden them this time?
The biscuit tin was the obvious place to look. They were not there.