Jason Morgan, You Devil

He knew his little sister was in Australia. It just didn’t dawn on him until New Years Eve to make his way from Sydney to the Glen.

"Bloody Hell." he growled as he pulled up in front of the cottage. The lights were off and the car was gone. He should have known that she and Jack would have gone our for the holiday.

Jason got out of the car none the less. He strolled up the walk and when he got to the door he reached up to feel the top of door frame for a key. Sure enough one fell at his feet.

"B, do I know you or what?" he grinned. A few moments later he was inside the cottage. He used the loo, put the kettle on and then he made a sarnie. He flopped down on the sofa and clicked the telly on to watch the festivities in Sydney.

"Shoulda waited one more day, Morgan." he spoke out loud. "Could have been there having some fun."

By the time the bells chimed midnight he was fast asleep with a plate balanced on his chest.

TBC