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Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Uz1WTEJaV
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNTSdXXLBgJ
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS0S8Gg51bJ
“One for the master and one for the dame.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFt8gKIzZN
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpUxNLprpob
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡps1eLdoSzJ
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnMLv5LRIw9
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Green eyes close, and so do his.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyAfCVVM3w5
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbRc55UNngE
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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.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlrOKisUcJh
“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.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmE4veGU426
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhJkC18gqwz
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsd4vvAZkuM
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrCpB4W3GrL
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4PsgHXyPRf
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdih4z2JdRz
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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. 561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ23DtMyZIqu
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZTpExW60CB
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsWwkx4xT8V
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc9i7pnIJIy
His mother pauses for a short bit.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkf1oW9gfaT
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9am7UbpPVm
“When did I fall?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaJMgW5hM3q
“About two weeks ago.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡanxs9xODEn
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdXSIObBqI1
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI5DjR4BU4J
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFABhik7Gq6
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.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjbBo9AxAsb
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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. 561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Zs4EBEKbE
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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.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYe50g0lgXm
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