“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw6KivqXQiX
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoCznIOVVlp
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyNSFgWQaDb
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQLCLXnVuNu
“One for the master and one for the dame.”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4FmgPjPxby
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1mkPBKrctW
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPVeE3xjDfY
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgXUjI963E
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxGy3rKveus
Green eyes close, and so do his.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyNZGp8ddlu
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3F4RdSw18r
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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.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXnQ7OgCUTw
“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.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwenYhrOlGW
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOFd3nkcfi0
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz3jBLui4ZN
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6yr83UmDgP
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyE28VtojqK
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnle8U2ECLx
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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. 566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0jPGXfw8LJ
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcRVSgy80gP
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR08cK2IKgX
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwjQ2FSicD
His mother pauses for a short bit.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYFp700TGzX
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNPcSjxmjUh
“When did I fall?”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIa0z3riqwY
“About two weeks ago.”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhskfmAOq42
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm8ze4DE71k
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhJVaw4cuj1
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD2wX1BiSrT
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.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp3OA2dnDwo
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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. 566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5994HrfFOv
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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.566Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZR5kQh7R7A
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