Rest of the day had become mess ever since Old Ghost was imprisoned. Every worker was told to get in their rooms and not come back till Crowman was done changing some properties of the machine.

He did not take it as a day off. Even though Boone didn’t cause suspicion and was labeled as a victim, he knew he was somewhat under the watch of Crowman.

Crowman's bloodshot eyes were far from being forgotten. He had seen his reflection in colour changing retina. And it was not a pleasant experience to go through.

Boone lay in his bed, wondering when he would see sunlight again. It had been days since he had not been outside. Gone were the days when the surrounding helped him to know if it was dawn or dusk. Now there was just a lifeless clock ticking and reminding him of his schedule.

He turned to other side of bed, thinking.

When I had accepted my son is dead, I realize he is alive. And what is the purpose of reviving Stacy if I won't ever get to see her again? Old Ghost is right. This is recycling. A dead person will never come back to the lives of their loved ones. Boone was seconds away from sobbing.

Tears seeped through his eyelashes and clumped between his eyelids.

He did not know when he slept.

A dream reminded him of his sleep where Boone, again, was in front of the factory. Factory in his dream had not changed. He watched the dusk, this time, instead of having gander at the chimney.

A fairy shot out of the chimney and flew at his direction. The fairy changed herself to a ghost.

"Who are you?" Boone went on to ask.

"You are the one who stopped my revival."

"You must be product of my dream-"

But the ghost flew towards him with a sword in his hand. Boone ducked and missed being sliced by the blade.

Shit! This might be the ghost whose letter I had dropped. But Boone was not intimidated by him. Waking up would make him go because no ghost could enter inside the factory.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

Boone attempted to open his eyes but his locked eyelids didn’t let it happen. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t convince his brain this was a dream.

Mentally waking up seemed unlikely at the time so he produced a giant hammer and squashed the ghost with it.

Ghost leaked out from the bottom without his sword. Looking at Boone gliding away, he stretched himself and caught Boone's foot.

The glob like substance ascended on his body and wrapped around his neck.

Boone was choking so he took himself to Antarctica. Snowflakes touched his cheeks. He felt the blob hardening like concrete so he threw himself into bone chilling ocean.

As the water hit him, the glob began to dissolve and gave him time to breath. But he was in water and far away from being a fish so he went into an open meadow where he inhaled fresh air.

The ghost was far from being done with him. It had turned itself into a giant bee with his mouth wide apart. Inside his mouth there were millions of reaper blades instead of teeth. Boone changed his direction and passed through its massive wings.

Getting through it took him to a Martian colony. He had not landed inside a dome but was on radioactive land. Blue sunset didn’t help him because he was suffocating. He made a space suit which he used to counter oxygen deprivation.

Ghost appeared again but Boone couldn’t fly in such heavy suit. The ghost was going to catch up with him soon so he thought with cool head.

He produced revival machine with a letter fallen under it.

Ghost paused and picked up the letter then tried to put it in. Since he had bought some time, Boone tried his best to wake up. While doing so, he stumbled on a rock and fell.

The fall broke his sleep.

Alarm was ringing outside. It made him realize alarm was the reason why he was able to wake up.

Crowman must be experimenting. He reckoned.

After turning on the lights, corner of his eye caught something unusual. Clock hand was showing it was 27.