"You have revival letters in your cart?"

"Do you want to help me out or not?" Old Ghost spread his arms.

"Sure."

"Good. I am going to cafeteria to have some coffee. I missed breakfast this morning. Look at my cart till I return." Old Ghost said before strolling away from there.

Boone couldn’t think of a better time than this to revive the medieval ghosts. He looked around for cameras and began to pick the letters.

Old Ghost was not lying. Those letters were legit.

When Boone got sure that there were no security cameras observing his actions, he took out the slab of letters.

Wait! Is Crowman testing me? He stopped himself from tossing the letters in there. Whether it was an experiment laid by Crowman or not, Boone had no intention of letting such opportunity slip out of his hands.

No matter whom I let down, consequence will be the same for me. Boone took a long breath and loosened his grip. The letters scattered on the pile of many envelopes.

Boone began to hear tramps.

Crowman? Holy Mary! Crowman was looking after me all along.

"Do you like my job?" Old Ghost came with a coffee cup in his hand.

For the first time, Boone was relieved to see Old Ghost.

"You didn’t answer me." He snapped.

"Yes." Boone mumbled, "Yours is better than mine. Do you mind if I ask you something?"

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"Go on."

"Err…have you seen revival process?"

A wide smirk spread across his face.

"You are getting distracted. Try some pastry in cafeteria and mind your own business." Old Ghost had a shift in his voice.

Boone watched Old Ghost go with his trolley. He was not struggling to push it. Perhaps Boone's question had ignited strength in his rusting bones.

Boone took the ghost's words into consideration after a while. He did not care about minding his own business but he had some curiosity about the pastry which Old Ghost talked about. Food there hadn’t disappointed him thus far so he went on to try another cuisine.

Boone took the pastry from the counter and sat in a table with it. He sat there eating every bit of it. Devouring it made him realize it was a staple dish among the workers.

Boone saw grains of corn and rice under his feet.

Crowman and Red Demise were eating here. He realized.

While eating another pastry, Old Ghost came inside the café, demanding cigarette on the counter.

"How was your day, oldie?" the man who had served Boone pastry asked.

"Dirty as ever." Old Ghost put the cigarette between his lips.

"Which job do you prefer? The one you are doing or now or what you did when you were alive?"

"Whatever I did was better than dumping rejected letters in trash."

The answer shook Boone to the core.

I sent those letters to trash? Boon's lips dried.