“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj9ASXd5h1H
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuPH82jAbJM
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKUQ5REQlfl
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS0l7jziUhH
“One for the master and one for the dame.”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoCgpAiiMzZ
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHQuPozJqFR
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa5oxgaQznL
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSGnRHM0EfY
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0zsKkxWqW
Green eyes close, and so do his.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN0rLZLJloP
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGMmQd1lmAh
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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.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFCvdvxy2Sy
“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.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs9SEbwi4Hw
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHekGYK3Bp4
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2gsV79scG
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXXSs6L2zBT
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDZuGHE8BnR
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLWxvZ2vReY
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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. 691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd44whfXBpz
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWIHB1KzlUx
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ24nXXuoa8v
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTlRZDPcHZ8
His mother pauses for a short bit.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8MEDR0Ibxm
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Zn0KvD7HP
“When did I fall?”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXVDIS1OCvG
“About two weeks ago.”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡENWz1AZcIT
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe80KgL45rq
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5EKfwh65Xn
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9g4i1X3Q1n
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.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdrzx9LY9Ez
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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. 691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSL6Um1Cxd
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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.691Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkelG6R0K2A
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