“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyPNAbh3sU5
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM3WDATE9iU
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4lzQQ0Zm5T
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrkj4wnZvLG
“One for the master and one for the dame.”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi1UErTDDbm
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡljLjTI1EFk
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWhcdvD182Q
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zAjbcJwLm
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZNre6RQ2XU
Green eyes close, and so do his.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jOf1XDu4I
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQneppkzKn
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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.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Sz71bvEHe
“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.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY6IExDDA5h
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNSg7srjRt6
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDAdYvv2uwX
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkywn2clUSe
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw5TCiXkfhh
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC5vRCN0UDc
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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. 614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU4SLO6eFTU
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhvSz9PCFYa
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvzs0hJBad7
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSC71dUmMBS
His mother pauses for a short bit.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCnm5w2JEXn
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRGJc7RLT7Y
“When did I fall?”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkqrLoEoXi9
“About two weeks ago.”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8mNmvbQ6zW
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2TIsmu8vnt
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwFhlG9FhRk
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFrg9O8qD3i
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.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9L3XQmWX80
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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. 614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3YVZJE7j17
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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.614Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtndwE1OVYb
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