But once again - yet another night - as he approached Thomas in his eternal slumbers, he sensed he was being watched. As he proceeded with his now well-practiced 'bedding-down' routine, he kept a look out - and there it was again - a dark shimmer, a fleeting glimpse of a figure that silently slipped at once from sight. And no , he did not believe in ghosts.
The following nights, he definitely knew that he was not alone. And then one morning - when his senses were struggling to get back to some sort of clarity, there, by his rucksack were two Tupperware containers - one had milk, the other with half a dozen strawberries. This was repeated the following mornings.
Then came the plants:
The benevolence began to include the odd flower or some flower-petals placed alongside the food or laid b
