“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8l4NEOx54U
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP1zUPjpbjI
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBBFd3te1iM
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3w9TJavguo
“One for the master and one for the dame.”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8MQWlbqYBb
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6suwXwE7u0
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwiBmtQSj4c
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7xEASzFSTd
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVYk31ySmUP
Green eyes close, and so do his.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLL0KYBNaOn
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrKLOe7Pjzn
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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.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5oeUrwuqjz
“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.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlIsBTyzB2G
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB02l0AzeyP
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡixCTKhElO1
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7L56JnqQhc
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ5s5bqByFL
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmRi1LYMBFE
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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. 638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIcMqApz9EM
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUNKOPxOjjf
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡargSycGkND
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNLzn25Aksw
His mother pauses for a short bit.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrwaFDKs8Bn
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz6WSq7AHDr
“When did I fall?”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE731Oftl34
“About two weeks ago.”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc2ERF1FSv3
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz8z1ypfkGG
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDjxsTPNBE2
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVp7zbMgaqK
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.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiDajBPkRIp
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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. 638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzziSs3aMGo
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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.638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl7NrWrDop5
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