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Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZf6v9Pj4Pz
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9aSw6zcmXo
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4KqntrRyxb
“One for the master and one for the dame.”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTgPlopvbaw
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTs9B5jmTbS
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRL5MOfzxWu
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdp0Gc7ZaQK
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Green eyes close, and so do his.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqFhlC4B0rS
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1h60S9gGrM
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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.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtU5KiNvRYi
“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.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlwkQQsfxDM
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrAR98bGmzL
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuFDY7J5tGi
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD2EmrCXNKT
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡclHXCtNCtT
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1pw0L47DrI
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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. 621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1FVH42ZKVw
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhjkdcv3llL
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVuFjiOJxIe
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1sANGW2Mpq
His mother pauses for a short bit.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVk09War0bP
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxhj9RfSkrY
“When did I fall?”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3Sf7sXMu8
“About two weeks ago.”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytECwHOK4T
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGBTvy0Ldrw
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSeC96uhj1p
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ7mr5iz1Ei
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.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2wFSp2pMwe
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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. 621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3HFZou5IPh
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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.621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhq4z87kfAS
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