“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbltCmA1MG2
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxS5lfGK27R
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZzInDDztcQ
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnyOENQt8Xu
“One for the master and one for the dame.”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoQmznHuHRw
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4U4hB9nfYK
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc6rFKGqai0
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDlt2DrvlAg
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0SaTjdRbEZ
Green eyes close, and so do his.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmE99GKt6O0
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5jp99mIskV
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The boy wakes with a start. It’s still dark out. He looks at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 3:47, it reads. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and sighs, the adrenaline leaving his body. With caution, he moves his attention to the closet. The closet suddenly looks very cosy to him. It looks safe. This room is too open for him now. He’s exposed. With a start, Zak wraps a blanket around himself, picks up a pillow and crawls to the safety of the closet door. He doesn’t sleep.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvmawzFQgNQ
“Zak?” a voice calls outside the closet, “where are you?” The corner of his blanket is sticking out from under the door, catching the voice’s attention. Sunlight floods into the small closet. The voice belongs to mother. She smiles, “What are you doing in here?” Her laugh fills the room.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ29pslKuB9e
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKElJlNgXGi
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcrPZ8WFRnI
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKe66HLaMLX
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjfQukmYJ3E
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh1ohh9dFAG
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Zak sits at the table in the chair closest to the window. Even though the sky is grey and the trees have lost their colour, he can still find beauty in the clearing. He eats his Danish as he watches crows caw and fly off their perches. He remembers the question he had earlier and beckoned his mother, her hands covered in oven mitts. 564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGnF1lzPnAi
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpfauM0LWdU
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTcZToOHWa9
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6qaUioZIzA
His mother pauses for a short bit.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1YmTFJ8QCG
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVY23RSp3mZ
“When did I fall?”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6XR7PIjm4m
“About two weeks ago.”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp0QvixnDgN
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp914eHAlAx
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsd4TolD4Gf
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTh72RK6DZY
There’s something wrong in her explanation and he knows it. A fast healer? He can’t believe that. His dreams, his mother’s outburst, the closet? Someone isn’t telling the truth -- and he’s going to figure out why.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxEXtwJIDqX
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Throughout the week, Zak decides to collect as much information as he can about where he is and pick out the truth in the lies his mother tells him. Every day at breakfast, he asks his mother questions handpicked the night before. They vary from small talk to her and dad to questions designed to make her squirm. A quick look on his dad’s laptop revealed that they are on the edge of Connecticut, the ocean just miles away. The satellite shows that there is a house nearby, and he makes a mental note to investigate soon. 564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMQbAAjTARH
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On Sunday, Zak lounges on his chair by the window and reads a book he found in one of his drawers. He asked his mother if he’s read it before, and she says it was his favourite. So - wanting to learn more about himself - he dives into the book and soon becomes lost in it. It’s an older book about a group of rabbits leaving their warren in search of a new home. For a book about rabbits, this book is really complex, he thinks. He closes the book and sighs before coming up with a question for the woman next to him.564Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFJinvqctgX
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