“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCIcG9BTUEN
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFabfQ2kS1Q
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR5R3jkmyJe
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnKZKVnl04e
“One for the master and one for the dame.”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡATF3ytfXiR
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMDOy6TONd
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDYjsApRlZy
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvn2Zwy3yK2
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8OdinonJO2
Green eyes close, and so do his.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbj8WwyPmUK
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMGzKHEyNpG
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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.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH4CugPV0Po
“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.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR1OoxXDI4W
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRFHsCfKLXK
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIa2UtSX9Hx
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrlR7mrF3AG
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjBJdpVomSM
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz6fQ8nm2Jb
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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. 591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3URziqyRi8
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0smZmorhFD
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzutjpgbr2t
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj46LpdhCTm
His mother pauses for a short bit.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnbYqyxOuQG
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjYOeqEWYNO
“When did I fall?”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLIN7AfXfF0
“About two weeks ago.”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIpxg8IYkEU
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOqbHOVVzkb
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRBnHiaEmsx
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4shWN0kGZt
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.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmLczhlyeAO
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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. 591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN8e5hfLTgD
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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.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKmD74x6fON
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