Boone went straight to the cafeteria from there, unaware of the ruse. The smell of food didn’t trigger hunger in his stomach. He instead was searching for the excuse to get inside the Revival Room.

Boone doubted that getting in there like the last time was not going to be helpful. Whose mask he was going to steal? How sure was he that fortune would again be in his favor?

Watching the cook pouring tea in the glasses, Boone waited with patience to be called by him. He was looking at the cook the whole time.

Cook glanced at him.

"You wanna have some tea?" Cook asked.

Tell me to serve them inside Revival room. "No, thanks." Boone went on to say.

"You can have one."

Don’t insist on something I don’t want. "I was just relaxing here."

"Relaxing huh?" Cook laughed and lifted the tray.

To Boone's dismay, he was taking the tray all by himself. Easy pass to get inside Revival room was off with tea, leaving him with all the time for relaxation.

He left the room as soon as the cook disappeared. The only option left on his plate was theft. And he had appetite for it.

Where are you masked man? Boone thought and rushed out of the room.

In the mid way, siren rang within the factory. Men in masks ran towards the Revival Room in their masks.

"EVERYONE! PLEASE GATHER IN REVIVAL ROOM!" announcement came.

"Come!" a masked man insisted him to come.

Did they find out what I did? Boone was worried all the time.

Once again, Boone passed from same way to reach the same room. This time, it was very much crowded.

"Search for the key. Key of this machine is lost." Crowman was announcing on microphone, "Key is in the room. Help me to find it."

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Something hit Boone after hearing it. He had stolen Revival Machine's key by mistake. And it was still inside his pocket.

On his another pocket, he felt the lump of letters.

After few minutes of search, Crowman sent half of workers outside the room to search for the key.

Room became less crowded which gave Boone a chance. Boone picked the letters which he did not want to get inside the machine and began replacing them.

His hands were shaking mess at the time. Boone was dumping unnecessary letters in the trash can. There was a chance of error which did come to reality.

A letter fell on the floor.

Even though it was noiseless, it lit sensation of a nuclear missile meeting the ground inside Boone's heart. Worst among all, Boone did not get time to pick it up because people were gathering to where he was. So he kicked the letter underneath the machine.

"Here!" Boone took the key out, "I have found it."

"Hey! Where was it?" other ghosts came towards him.

"Ahh…it was jammed inside this shaft." Boone pointed at a part of machine which he had no clue about.

Whether people were convinced or not but they were relieved to get the key back. Nobody asked him another question. Instead Red Demise went to rant at Crowman.

"Cut this shit out red beak. Key is back with us." Crowman began to walk away from him and spoke to the operator, "We are hours behind the schedule. I expect a crunch today. Get going."

Operator ran towards his chair and sat in front of the letters to go inside the machine. He organized scattered letters and turned on the machine.

Machine began to pull the letters in. Old Ghost looked at the machine with delight in his eyes. He was in the countdown of his own.

Alarm rang.

"What's wrong?" Crowman ran towards the operator.

Operator pointed at tiny yellow light and looked at him in surprise.

"Somebody cheated!" Crowman roared.