Portland,
He never had thought travelling from place to place was going to be of this ease. What made him uncomfortable was how Fredrick’s wife looked like.
How can she be his wife? He questioned himself because Fredrick looked to be a middle aged man.
The medieval men served him as a reminder that every ghost seemed to be of mid age.
He watched the old woman’s activities for the whole day. Her activities were no different than any other woman of her age.
She spent half of her day knitting wool even though it was summer. Her grandchildren and sons were the ones who pushed the wheel chair and took her to the church where she spent her time till evening.
When she was pushed back from church then she did not get back to her regular knitting business.
She instead chose pen and paper this time.
FREDRICK. She scribbled with her wrinkled hands which trembled with each alphabet.
The woman slipped it in the envelope, glued it with difficulty and watched around before she wrote on envelope – TO REVIVAL FACTORY.
Old woman called the youngest child in their house and told him to drop it in the mailbox without letting anyone know about it.
“Shoo! Shoo!” She waved her trembling arms at the window where a pigeon was pecking the glass.
Boone disappeared from there.
He had not expected Fredrick would be looking for his way with this intensity of seriousness.
“How is she?” Fredrick jumped towards him.
“She misses you.” Muttered Boone, not mentioning the letter to Revival Factory.
He went on to tell Fredrick how his days passed.
Praying and knitting.
“She had started to sense Ivanov and Langer.” Fredrick pointed at them, “I think no soul can keep on tracking anyone without letting them know about our watchful eyes.”
“You want us to return the favor?” Langer approached.
My wife was killed by Crowman. Letting these guys contact someone killed by Crowman can get them in trouble.
“No.” Boone had the answer even though he knew he could get information about his wife, who perhaps was there, invisible to him.
The next day, Fredrick disappeared.
Rumors began to spread that he was killed from the reaper’s axe for breaching a law. And everyone knew what could lead to this punishment.
Involvement with Crowman.
While Ivanov and Langer had been convinced Fredrick had broken a law, Boone was refusing to believe it.
It was hard to believe after seeing the happenings of last day.
His wife had sent letter to Revival Factory. Maybe Fredrick is not erased but revived instead. He had thoughts which he could not take lightly.
The woman in blue seemed to have huge concern over this issue. She even went on to interrogate Ivanov and Langer but they knew nothing.
After the interrogation, both of them returned to their shelter where Boone was sitting all alone.
“Boone, you may also get in trouble for having known Fredrick.” Ivanov made things clear, “It will be wise of you if you don’t have any connections with us as well. Grief has leant methods of torture straight from Hades. Very unpleasant.”
“I understand. But can I do something for you before we part ways?”
“Let us know what our families are doing.” Langer requested.
Not letting them down, Boone went to straight to Ivanov’s home.
He was a Bulgarian.
As expected, things were different in his family. Even though Boone was not able to understand them, he got to know Iavnov had died about five years ago and things had calmed down.
He heard nobody say Ivanov’s name. He was not sure if it was because he couldn’t catch their language or they, in fact, had gotten over his death.
Boone got to know Ivanov was almost of his age and was a deceased father.
Things were different till he witnessed something similar between Fredrick and his case.
Ivanov’s brother was writing something on his desk.
Boone did not get to see what he was writing but saw what he needed to see the most.
TO REVIVAL FACTORY was written on the envelope.
He did not need to learn Bulgarian to understand what it meant.
Boone vanished from there after then went to Langer’s home.
He got to know ten years had passed after his demise.
Things were fine but he did not have any interest in knowing what the family was doing.
After a short observation to his family, he decided to go inside the mailbox to see what the letters were about.
He could not flip the letters but could get in the envelope to see what was written there.
Till now he had not seen anything related to Revival Factory.
Boone saw a letter coming down at him. The envelope passed through his invisible body and fell under his feet.
Now he was standing on an envelope which read:
TO REVIVAL FACTORY.
