“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4u8aDi19GT
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVYVRNOey4U
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡinHV3trPns
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHYT63XYMSY
“One for the master and one for the dame.”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpuKcWvmjHo
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNNHLR7qIx1
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ44iYEjzPQ
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYyUAINpda0
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhT1AErmwwF
Green eyes close, and so do his.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTh2wu9Fbj6
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFImXaE6qRO
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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.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmaOCeAO076
“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.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLO62mPSRrr
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCXH4NJ1EXX
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcEufdUOakk
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxWxThVF2gY
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4SS4KbnZEE
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFnAoKizQAJ
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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. 926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWgCmqpN9Ia
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZaYheojQ6F
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaDKIWxtdLm
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG3b7LZcs9c
His mother pauses for a short bit.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG5RcUAoKrh
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKRfA38aj07
“When did I fall?”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUTi617mG30
“About two weeks ago.”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡccGp12HnTM
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ08w7XtPHhv
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmjGH2o0C5u
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaycYHIwMtw
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.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwJzuTzHOB
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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. 926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6MhbhEfgc8
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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.926Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl5xtRmvlwy
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