Abby looks for him and becomes locked out.

Abby called out again, "Jack? Where are you?" But the silence was unchanged, punctuated only by the ticking clock on the wall. She walked over to the kitchen, checking if Jack had left any clues or hints. The kitchen was spotless, without even a crumb out of place, but Abby's frustration grew. Where had Jack gone? Was he hiding, watching her, or planning his next prank?

She walked back to the living room, calling out once more, "Jack? This isn't funny anymore!" But her voice was met with silence. Abby's gaze wandered to the back door, and a thought struck her. Had Jack gone outside? Was he lurking in the garden or hiding behind the shed?

Curiosity got the better of her, and Abby decided to check. She walked over to the back door and opened it, stepping out onto the porch. The cool evening air enveloped her, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass. The sky was painted with hues of pink and orange, the sun dipping below the horizon.

As she looked around, taking in the peaceful atmosphere, the door behind her creaked shut. Abby heard the unmistakable click of the lock engaging. She spun around, her heart skipping a beat, but it was too late. Her robe had been caught in the door, leaving her standing on the porch with the robe half-on, half-off.

The fabric was twisted, exposing her shoulder and a hint of her breast. Abby's cheeks flushed as she tried to wriggle free, but the robe was stuck fast. "Jack!" Abby exclaimed, her voice laced with surprise, annoyance, and a touch of embarrassment. "What are you doing?" But there was no response.

The porch was empty, the garden quiet. Abby was left standing alone, her robe precarious, wondering what Jack's next move would be. Would he emerge from the shadows, laughing and teasing? Or had he set something more sinister in motion?