“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbFKl9Z3MU1
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Io9BAT81X
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHrndQu3Etr
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyPKnAIiVt1
“One for the master and one for the dame.”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3zKtbtqlB
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjDjGTsH1kT
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡivmyZYn72Z
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOSszXaZbgX
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwsF2zWCDXM
Green eyes close, and so do his.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO73AbRaFtf
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeMuKlUlUBT
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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.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz4Zcl2WtFR
“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.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKUazsgxPY8
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9RSYnxU4V7
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ixOkikF7B
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdmyd1vLd30
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCBCr9mIaXs
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmYj2AkzP5L
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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. 560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv3ZyeoiEWh
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHRD2YYcTXp
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKZU6TiS24S
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFdLluHVpRn
His mother pauses for a short bit.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwyq24ZIKy
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfjYWvkSMdX
“When did I fall?”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLAl0rylXWQ
“About two weeks ago.”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0z6PxXZBD
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzsnElxek5I
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyZF65uKku4
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwLk4PjbCEZ
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.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfQuQFZrZSw
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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. 560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMYD4dP9WlD
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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.560Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUiRVldMa76
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