I can revive my wife, my son and possibly myself. He had everything planned out and even the way how he could make someone write letter to Revival Factory, again.
"I am sorry Ivanov." Boone said before passing through door of his house. He then stayed in the house late till night till it was the time of souls – 27'O Clock.
Boone felt uneasy while he was spreading his hands around neck of Ivanov's brother. He wondered if he had enough courage to do it.
I was a butcher. This is no different than killing a chicken.
Touching the soft neck, he began tightening the grip till the man's eyes turned bloodshot and breathing stopped. When it was done, he realized it was not courage what had led him to do it.
It was brutality instead.
The same hour, he went to Langer's home and killed one of his family members. One of those families was bound to write to Revival Factory.
Even though he was taking violent route, he couldn’t push himself to unleash misery to Fredrick's family. Making the old woman endure more misery was not something he considered courage.
A day returning to the world of souls, he heard the news of two innocents being murdered. It could not get past the Woman in Blue's eyes because it had happened in 27'O Clock – only time where souls could contact humans.
The incident added another rule on the paper:
5) All souls must take permission from Woman in Blue if he/she wants to be in 27'O Clock. Every soul is now being watched and monitored. Consequence of not following this rule will also lead to being erased from existence.
Boone had not expected he would make lives this hard for souls. Not only he had caused melancholy everywhere but now he also had made it tough for everyone to contact their loved ones by any means. The soul world seemed what it was thought of humans – isolated.
Though Boone had thought the idea would work, it had passed over three days after the murders, nobody in the victim's family had written letter to the factory.
He doubted what being watched meant because he had no hindrance in seeing Langer's and Ivanov's families. But he was running out of patience.
Boone had no idea what he would do if he was caught roaming in the living world without the permission. In the attempt to act fast, Boone took one step further.
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Nobody is posting the letters. I will make them write letter to Revival Factory.
He went back to Langer's house but this time he had precautions. Shrinking himself made him able to walk on Langer's wife's head and jump inside her ear. Boone got inside her dreams by doing so.
By getting there he realized how different being in a dream was from dreaming while asleep. The surrealistic environment was like something similar to painting of melting clocks. Surrounding was weird and scary at the same time. He did not know why there were blue strips in the sky.
Even though there was no sun above him, it was very bright. People in her dream were very similar to aliens due to their disproportionate body size. They just had one thing in common, big heads and pointy chins.
Almost every man walked with his mouth wide open. Sometimes it was difficult to tell the gender of person walking by him. He was not sure if this was a regular dream or a nightmare.
Where is she? Boone began to look around while passing the round bridge. It brought him right to the spot where he had started to walk from. Now there was nothing to wonder why those people around him were scared.
Boone jumped from the bridge and started flying in air in search of her. He began to passing through grey clouds and sky started to turn white despite of it being blue when he had looked at it from the bridge.
The butcher glided through more of grayish sky only to realize that it had changed its colour. Everything was black and white. The propeller planes from World War I were gray as well as passed out pilots.
He had no idea where he would be if her dream session ended.
There came a scary scream as if it was a space noise. Boone looked beside him to see a yelling bison wearing goggles. Propellers were breathing fire and the bison had already ejected himself from the plane.
He watched the parachute spread its wings above him. As for him, he went down along with the plane.
The crash did not hurt. Neither did being splattered into pieces.
She can lucid dream? He wondered. It was when he realized he should stop looking for her. The entire dream was her and was like a bizarre play where even Boone had no choice other than being her puppet.
Re-growing himself, Boone looked at the industry which was throwing out nymphs from their chimneys. There was something written on the board: Fairy Industries. When Boone glanced at it again then it was something else.
He thought of giving it a change and wrote: REVIVAL FACTORY.
Everything paused for a while. Darkness surrounded him.
Did I just scare her? Is she going to wake up? Fuck! But it was not what she called a nightmare.