“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMfZ4nssLv
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMGR7Dt9stW
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyf7FMV0ErV
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdSykXpiTBr
“One for the master and one for the dame.”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTPsbWl80ce
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpPlzdXE4i4
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqA0TJCrOoT
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIwC1eB3TFl
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Green eyes close, and so do his.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyZyCDMUzwl
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGGGQBeD5rJ
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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.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvNm72Pp8n4
“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.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk4Oqv07Gwo
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDJlafraXI5
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH4TVSfHrKO
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRxhhYxrsC5
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjWHPzwF6U9
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8h8i3Sufjt
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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. 592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLtReARmZca
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdR7fqGu6E
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6yZUfJPkcC
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUvfoB4snz8
His mother pauses for a short bit.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoS95cWh7Ln
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvE84ZYn8mj
“When did I fall?”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡixffAYV5Tv
“About two weeks ago.”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD2VMq9Obsk
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5fL6Z9VsHs
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfzAtTedn9B
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp0eyCjfC7Z
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.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7QrKgUzsge
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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. 592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡawxQQlchZv
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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.592Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIhwd6MA5zq
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