The next morning he woke up five minutes before the alarm clock. Normally he would wake up on the alarms fifth alert, but today was an exam day and Jacks mind was set for stress. He had dreamed about oversleeping and going to the wrong exam and all the typical pre-exam dreams all students have at the end of the university year.
He ate his breakfast. Quickly red up on his notes. Then left. He didn't even remember the dog in his shed until right when the exam started and then suddenly, that was the only thing in the world he could think about.
He handed in his papers with a sick churning in his stomach. He was going to murder that mutt. Half his answers had been blurred by the memory that there was a mad dog in his shed. Sure it had looked clean enough, but he was pretty sure there hadn't been any collar on it. He had been keenly aware of all the details of the dog wail it had been trying to bite his face off.
He tried to decide on what he should do. Hit it with a hammer? No, that was in the shed. A chain saw. He didn't own one. A kitchen knife? That was in the dishwasher, but that didn't matter. He knew he wouldn't actually kill the creature, but it gave him some satisfaction to plan the murder anyway.
He'd have to call the animal shelter or something. He went to the back yard as soon as he got home. The outer metal netting door to the yard swung shut on its springs with a clap behind Jack as he looked at the shed.
“Hello?” said a voice from inside the shed. Jack was taken aback.
“Uh... yes?” he answered skeptically, trying to confirm that the voice had been real.
“Hey, can you get this door open? I've been stuck in here all day.” It was a boys voice.
“Who are you? How did you get in there?”
“I don't know. I just woke up in here.”
“You don't know who you are?” Jack asked.
“Of course I do.”
“Well...” Jack waited.
“Who are you?” the boy asked.
“I asked first.” They both waited.
“Oliver,” the boy said eventually.
“Is there a dog in there with you?” Jack asked.
“It's your turn to say who you are,” Oliver insisted.
“No. I am the one with the key. You answer my questions.”
“Fuck you!” Jack shrugged, even though the boy wouldn't be able to see it.
“Very well. I'll be back in a bit if you change your mind,” he said and opened the door back into the house.
“Wait, wait!” Oliver called. “No, there is no dog in here. Only me and a bunch of tools that need electricity to function to get that door open and no lights. Now can I please get out of here?”
“Not until you tell me how you ended up in my shed,” Jack said.
“How should I know. You probably kidnapped me and locked me in here yourself.”
“I assure you, I don't have time for kidnapping at the moment. I'm in the middle of my exams.”
“So am I. Only, someone locked me in a shed for no reason and made sure that I wasn't able to go to my exam. What am I going to tell my teacher. Sorry, sir. A maniac kidnapped me and locked me in a box?”
“Listen. I'm just trying to understand why the dog that attacked me last night has been replaced by a rude boy with amnesia,” Jack said. Olivers next question took Jack even more aback.
“Do you have my cloths out there?”
“What?”
“My cloths. Do you have them?”
“Are you naked in there?”
“Yes! Do you have my cloths? Yes or no?” Oliver asked impatiently.