“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ1Bvv5uNRM
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5UiiROQrh2
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7vv4T4wHBJ
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHaKBYWrFsG
“One for the master and one for the dame.”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWuuXB4wyDO
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡesaALXiY2p
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEEwYIolNGB
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWNifAH9odw
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7OuihmKsJH
Green eyes close, and so do his.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbcTD7Vcdcu
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsZBADNVL7D
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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.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfxWl3oPak3
“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.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcDyUURAYMw
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTBUflWLWuc
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCc90ouK5dr
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFNKiQmHFgX
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡunfXU620NO
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUk5VR421qj
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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. 698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6J0qow0jXb
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOI5d0K2TI9
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGsMbG3OOtr
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXKNfuBVUFd
His mother pauses for a short bit.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc2OGD5qpRY
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdij5Jq9v6U
“When did I fall?”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5qsS903V04
“About two weeks ago.”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4B7jzFB5qw
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzoSdspNxUT
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1q3ltbbgux
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQiw6x2VCAP
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.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj1CofGdHPu
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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. 698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZA4Gq9ZUEo
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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.698Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAqO4xmun5O
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