Once upon a time, there was a boy named Zane who woke up feeling very ill. He hadn’t really eaten anything unusual the night before, nor did he have any signs of a cold. He just knew something wasn’t quite right. It was a strange feeling to wake up with; he knew his name, he knew that he still “him” but he didn’t feel like doing any of the things that he usually enjoyed doing. He thought about playing with his remote-controlled car as that usually cheered him up, but, today, that thought just made him feel tired. He thought about the characters and meanings in his favourite stories but even the thought of lying down and reading a book created less excitement than he had ever thought possible.

To check if she might have some answers, he called his mother into his bedroom, who checked his temperature and, although it was normal, she allowed him to stay home as long as he agreed not to disturb her. This sounded like a fair deal to Zane and he agreed to let her be and to stay in bed for as long as he could. Which wasn’t very long at all.

Feeling restless, Zane got out of bed and went into the hallway of the house which appeared much longer than it had ever appeared to him before. He could clearly see the light of the lounge room at the end so he shrugged it off as tiredness and started to make his way down the hallway. After walking for several minutes, Zane could see something leaning against the wall of the hallway. Curious, he walked up to the object to examine it closer and realized it was his bike. Well, not the bike he used to ride to school now, but the bike that he had learned to ride on when he was younger; training wheels and all. There was a tag on the handlebars of the bike which read, For Sale: Make your trip down the hallway much easier by using this bike! Zane knew he would feel a bit odd riding down the hallway on a bike that was much too small for him, so he left it alone and continued down the hallway.

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