“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNnBdc70pws
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjvd4ket0F6
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm20zTo0MBW
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9FlB2BVWHv
“One for the master and one for the dame.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvKlFVw6b8B
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpAjuw4FsEc
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE3Hg0ab3tu
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlArDaPlzhr
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXUdgIIxn8u
Green eyes close, and so do his.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFXi91HefkC
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2VIeMUO7Ew
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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.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxtmPrhJvJB
“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.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRoYAyviNH2
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA6U45a1uZH
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ457WPmZAJ4
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTxoHMs2RKS
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGXSkYqxb2o
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjFbGHjRsbY
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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. 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡncCT1570DT
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSW7LgAtTVc
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT5fbE0q5qL
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAPmLSsRunn
His mother pauses for a short bit.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGt0mGLWw6x
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCL1YsHvj4d
“When did I fall?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZRU99D45id
“About two weeks ago.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe3Zw9YIGOh
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFpxkxKpl0e
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEEpeWRmgPx
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3yyIDyhNgH
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.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOyqW0FSrt3
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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. 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAxHw63QfgI
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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.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ44xtLvoMuw
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