Boone was never in love with mopping the damp floor. He was cursing every footprint which he was seeing while he did his job. The most difficult stains were the ones which belonged to wheels.

Those rusted wheels had left a stubborn trail of rust which would not go no matter how much he scrubbed. While scrubbing, he saw an old man shoving the heavy cart. The rusty wheels let him know that they were about to add more trouble for him.

"Hey old hag! Just hoist your belongings and throw this cart in trash." Boone snapped at him.

"Then carry it for me, you new douche." Old Ghost didn’t have pleasant words from him either.

Boone lost in the end. Old Ghost pushed it from the same track regardless. Other than the annoying hag, he didn’t find anything bothering him for the entire day.

Boone dined in the evening and watched Red Demise and Crowman peck food from their plates.

Dropping his mop, he went to his room for some sleep. Which he didn’t get any. The clock ticked and ticked in his sleeplessness. Boone began counting sheep to bring sleep. Every tick of the second hand became a sheep which was jumping over the fence.

It became a symphony in otherwise silent room. He didn’t know if it was the tune or silence itself but he found himself in realm of sleep.

"You are in Revival Factory? Clever." He heard a sheep let words out.

"Why do you care?" Boone asked.

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Every sheep which was grazing now raised their heads and watched Boone with grass stuffed inside their jaws.

"We care. And you should too." Those animals morphed into medieval souls.

"I was trying to revive you all –"

"Looking at how close you are from doing so, we offer you a chance. A final one. Make it happen tomorrow otherwise you will see the woman next time in our place."

The herd of sheep went on to graze again. Despite of all the stress, Boone got sleep which he was deprived of for days.

Next morning,

Right after the breakfast, Boone picked up the mop which he had dropped last night. He counted the letters and packed it inside this jacket pocket. He then went to the same miserable place which somehow looked nastier than last day.

Boone saw the Old Ghost pushing the cart on his quest of scrubbing the fllor. Either the Old Ghost was shoving heaver load or he was exhausted, he was huffing and puffing on every step.

"Listen you, rookie." Old Ghost had words for Boone, "Do you want to do anything other than kneeling on this damp floor?"

"Are you going to make me Crowman's assistant, huh?"

"Who would like you as an assistant?" Old Ghost took hands off the cart, "I am taking these revival letters somewhere."

Revival Letters! Boone desperately wanted to have dry knees at some extent after hearing it.

"You have revival letters in your cart?"