“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4LM5JLOb6E
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡykHYWVCSLN
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkue8XmNIti
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGa9kucaYcN
“One for the master and one for the dame.”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJGC5Nx463E
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfJ5y1tmkx8
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqfjZ5dcX2Y
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsSi3HThsEp
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEf37wN4dgt
Green eyes close, and so do his.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn6yhbuvq7R
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk3KWBOE14k
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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.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6COBnnyNTi
“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.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO2pP8a00nn
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN7KDllgmjK
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXkrG2QHm3g
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7MjPGIljH6
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJrsfdR7sLp
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvhwiaHXI00
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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. 562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsFmi8L4GZL
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBrn7m5r9ma
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhagrIdQEx4
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpgrV96mdAH
His mother pauses for a short bit.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1bSnwOaIgg
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhW3X4HouDN
“When did I fall?”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXTyszLxFK8
“About two weeks ago.”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytXH7gqY1c
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiWCRGjAcmM
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzm1irQ20Fi
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFeSUU9kdld
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.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx65lzi9kiX
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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. 562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPkOzNRNeZx
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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.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlpgVvKYFvO
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