Did I just scare her? Is she going to wake up? Fuck! But it was not what she called a nightmare.

On the board, he saw a pigeon. The same pigeon which somehow was following him and Fredrick.

This must be my imagination. I can also rule it. I just re-grew myself from a plane crash. He spoke to himself and shattered the ceramic pigeon into fragments which turned into live pigeons.

I will wake her up and make her remember this dream.

His own body began to morph into something else. He had become an envelope with the words on it: REVIVAL FACTORY.

Surrounding changed another time. This time there was only him.

She is waking up! I must make her write the letter.

Boone turned into her family member whom he had killed, "Write the letter or I will kill you." He screamed in darkness.

It woke her up.

With his job done, Boone returned to being a casual soul again.

At least the pigeon did not follow him for this time.

The first thing the woman did after sunrise was writing the letter to Revival Factory. Then she tried to calm herself down for a while. She did it until she couldn’t. She knew whom she needed to meet in such cases.

She walked from her house and saw the cross attached on top of church. Scared woman walked past the church.

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Boone nearly knocked the blue door to crash into the room of Woman in Blue, "I had been thinking about this for a while. You are responsible for death of my wife."

The door slammed back to its place.

"I told you, it was Crowman." She rose up from her table.

"You could have saved her. Instead you sent your bitch to kill her!"

"I had warned her."

"Did you warn me? Had I ever contacted Crowman?"

"It was too late for you, Boone." She came at his direction.

Boon didn’t move an inch.

"After all," she stared right in his eyes, "I am companion of souls. Why should I do favors to someone who is alive?"

"What about my son? He was inn-"

"I haven’t seen him here. You must have taught him to stay away from strangers."

"What do you mean? I thought he was dead."

"Weren't you arguing with me, some days ago, saying he was alive?" she began intimidating him, "How fickle can your belief be? Do you fear being proven wrong? Is this why your beliefs change time to time?"

"What did my wife do?" words spilled out of his mouth.

"She believed she could make your grief go. She began talking to wrong people and started doing things which even God prohibits."

Door swung open again but with less force. The woman whom Boone had scared entered inside the room.

All of a sudden there was a mask on the woman's face. It was the same mask which Boone had seen her wearing when he used to stick the posters.

"I should not have done it." Terrified woman shed tears.

"So you wrote it?" Woman in Blue walked towards her.

"I had no choice. A ghost came into my dream, telling me to write it or it will kill me."

"Nightmares shouldn’t be taken too seriously, dear. It must have been your mind playing with you."

"I don’t think so. There was a pigeon in my dream with the ghost. When I woke up then I saw the same pigeon sitting on a tree near my house."

"Don’t get scared." She patted her, "I'll handle it. You should go home."

Trembling, she stepped outside the house.

"She was talking about writing something. What is it?" Boone ran towards Woman in Blue.

"I can't tell you much about this. But you should know it was same thing which got your wife killed."

She died for writing to Revival Factory? His eyes widened.

"Whoever does it must die. No exceptions." She smirked at him, "Weren't you a butcher?"

"Yes, I was." Boone answered.

"Go and kill her at 27'O Clock." She took off the mask.

"Perhaps you don’t know what butcher means."

"27'O Clock. I expect you to not disappoint me."

She snapped and Boone was now staring at the blue door without walls.