“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1dMDx17p5W
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1PeprEWoCC
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlXUTgXTyGB
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwpAtvb2GoC
“One for the master and one for the dame.”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnRr9OsunMG
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDG3cuN3TR9
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZzheFv5KOI
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRE7UlCB44F
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVyZtdyBkf3
Green eyes close, and so do his.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZNMu0NJ1bs
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeScBwvhxmo
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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.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBGzOmFfQqz
“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.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ38Mn6sh5hV
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYZKFQOG2yR
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6YMYNyAbaN
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrCw3eyvzqO
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7L1wha1kY0
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsXdMGzveOh
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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. 639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHFFJkhe7Hz
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl2FBeaqX9Z
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7zcprz56Bt
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi06VwBSbpu
His mother pauses for a short bit.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOwIpi1h4RG
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh7NSnXFa87
“When did I fall?”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGPEJkJKMOu
“About two weeks ago.”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjCjqSUh0NA
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk3Jq80OXD3
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYzpepyKGv2
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ50vnGAE1O7
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.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzrE8WMz1WC
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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. 639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7S6zhHkw13
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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.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvEg9tnOvRY
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