“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX91MyHHgjm
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRxGVCK4DSZ
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZc6ZX0Gb8T
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5i4ajzxx3P
“One for the master and one for the dame.”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8hNw9KnRek
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9IXPLmvBdF
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtfOtlUYOyX
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BbgrRuNTI
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZZDjqldA3P
Green eyes close, and so do his.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWZFxRIi7S
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzE5o5MYIfu
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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.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGQgw6BMkFK
“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.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLM1hZZsEIG
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWZR6K2yIeP
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmOnd6XNa9l
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbKr34SSV8u
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOixCdIyi3z
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYyl2RRaXOv
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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. 663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIjmqYSwSrs
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu45PPdEaSN
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkoWu1jjpU5
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk70uyPglPi
His mother pauses for a short bit.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuSJMlGIX4g
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv5FzZfo8a5
“When did I fall?”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoAOkmquNnJ
“About two weeks ago.”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQDo6f5KB7R
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡetaI9xf77i
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc0fcMTbw33
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7kuiTSVqdC
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.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1m3JJGwVzW
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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. 663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwxR64IfxjY
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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.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBsrGh7503K
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