“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU61S37inue
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOWmyov2Xty
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9AGCmC7teO
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhXu5yXqJWh
“One for the master and one for the dame.”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1SMcfIYzrY
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiyP7YW3nTc
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdZohNlQLr2
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD98e1F0sP2
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Green eyes close, and so do his.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqJcNQNiMM
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNVnjpU5c3c
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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.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVnVdasRJJD
“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.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsTqAU1JvTv
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2kACXW79k9
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPJcdGq4sWA
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn6aLwaU7xj
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQrH6lvfkkX
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO87KzN2Fe8
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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. 669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE5mmVeU8MU
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnXjRIsNWj4
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9TBnHQp2Tr
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAsmYT2Cebv
His mother pauses for a short bit.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡatBgVPRJCe
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk9ZwRNjWx9
“When did I fall?”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmSUN8gNACb
“About two weeks ago.”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOqF2n13KPB
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCthdoDgIgf
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9J787WU5OK
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvkRxEMjKrI
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.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl2Pw9xbCra
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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. 669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn6psgmKM8X
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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.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwjLW6PfCPM
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