“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl4ir1bPeHJ
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Vq4upZALo
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9NEx2MUkt
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE24ze4aCVl
“One for the master and one for the dame.”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZzgS2t0CDG
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7MnAy9TKbS
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFVe5glJJbY
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMEd4ogey4
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Green eyes close, and so do his.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3m2rx1wJYp
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXJoKmvPZFE
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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.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe3SUo2endQ
“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.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgyKq5Zwi1
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB6AikQX13g
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1NwOoTNT2r
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0az30ld2Fd
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhBNfYpuEX0
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNYJoEbryZ5
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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. 648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW0ulphKO1T
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLTQuD5BhNG
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5jIumT2vW0
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpObVHd92HV
His mother pauses for a short bit.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW5RQE47TSD
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbATB1y4XVB
“When did I fall?”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNN9Legrdoy
“About two weeks ago.”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8RzFuoZxc1
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvcNGsfx243
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF2TSmoVIe6
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6AlvlNCxAr
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.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbAWm1It6CR
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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. 648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡThk4k6n9N5
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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.648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2qE8WNyzio
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