“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2BDV7gWMio
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJFvdhqW2BQ
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TzZtDwH8r
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWLpYJ4H1LJ
“One for the master and one for the dame.”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ3EKjpq6xE
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXMUme5lD6z
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgnGVGZIHrS
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ69rdz7dJHP
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmAsuexTq88
Green eyes close, and so do his.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQYxj7ylVib
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡex9cGqC9Q7
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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.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3TvxjFWA2y
“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.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0132Ed6r77
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWoNAVJXxOh
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBxa35hBNrT
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO1MLRGmV5q
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWcfnImLZV
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCjAYAK4DZL
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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. 662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm418Ezqr1D
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhQHI89zLeG
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnWCpoc85Js
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvSPai8STFo
His mother pauses for a short bit.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpXmjkdSM5V
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfaSiRM4N3O
“When did I fall?”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvJEJz5YmuD
“About two weeks ago.”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEoa0CZp3qY
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYILtIcbKlB
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqaeOyKjgIs
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjTAZsjt6k3
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.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyFCXJj842S
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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. 662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLl7rMfShag
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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.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs7wnJYR1xN
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