“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDGwHTx9jP
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI3NVb0ykHI
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnEIMhWWqqn
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiUmLKGpphe
“One for the master and one for the dame.”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWWuCTrXuyb
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH0ixObGlHo
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ7wusrstEx
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRAqvJkDMjz
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Y1JiK3YBC
Green eyes close, and so do his.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0qWIG1szB2
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwfgy1JEh03
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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.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwK5tVomDMp
“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.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKMiRs72jKE
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcqnX6YkFrl
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYpMurNIqHj
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrHcwvbE9qJ
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtrpKmz3GMq
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmC6KmfIUba
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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. 396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhF7d4X932X
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz0JoqeayDb
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR6ABwI9Sww
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1UystmQRnM
His mother pauses for a short bit.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiSBLgFnzlX
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVaF0HrhdEp
“When did I fall?”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNb3iMKvH77
“About two weeks ago.”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYBR2jkn6yv
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zFYdWxjY8
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbHAlQF188L
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ14nAGmICGu
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.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8tR4LpZdcv
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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. 396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4S5cERzcgv
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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.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyZSU8uLLBX
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