Evening had already come to life. Kids had started returning to their homes. Boone spotted some of Ian's friends strolling. He knew the fat kid pretty well because he had come to his house several times just to watch little chicken.

He would often come for school projects. Boone did not know how the kid felt about him because every time he had come to his house, Boone had a knife with him.

"Kiddo!" Boone waved at him.

They walked towards him without feeling uncomfortable. None of them appeared sad by any means.

Don't kids have empathy? He asked himself.

When Boone began to talk about Ian then all of them burst into tears. Their smiles left their faces and everyone tasted tears. Boone felt something bubbling inside his stomach too.

It was not hunger but sorrow trying to reach his head. He walked away from there without uttering a word and went straight to his home.

There he, again, sat on the small paper with pen and paper but with the same confusion. He could not decide who deserved to be revived. In the mission of finding who was more saddened among two groups, he realized he was the one hit by it the most.

Over midnight, he kept on writing Stacy, crossed it and Ian, crossing it as well. He was clueless on how many paper sheets had gone in vain.

Boone ran out of ink in ball-pen. He tried to scratch some words with it but failed. At last, he went on to smash the pen into the wall. His eyes fell on the clock during the aggravation.

Hour hand was pointing at 27.

"Goddamn it!" Boone rose from his chair but it was too late.

Some souls had already appeared inside his house. They were some of those medieval ghosts who played a weird sport.

"Back off." Boone began pleading.

"You find souls scary? Very surprising indeed." A ghost came with a mockery.

"You're here to kill me, aren’t you?"

"And what do you think is stopping us from doing it?"

Boone couldn’t answer.

"Intention." Ghost said, "What you did has caused quite a ripple among us. Langer and Ivanov are worth forgetting now. I believe you are sentenced to be erased. But we also know how the rule works. We just had no business with revealing the rule."

"Woman in Blue is still after me?"

"Yes. Once you get hit by the axe's blade, you will be gone for good. But you don’t need to fear that scenario. She had sent us to find you. You know we are good at keeping our mouth sewed."

"What do you intend then?"

"Revive us."

A soul picked up a pencil and began scribbling names while the spokesperson kept on rambling, "If you don’t revive us tomorrow then you should be scared of us. We can be very nasty sometimes."

Every one of them dissolved in air when names were put down on paper sheet. The souls were done with their words and awaited Boone's actions.

Boone spent majority of the time left to dawn by writing those names individually on papers and putting them in separate envelopes. When he was done doing so, he was left with pile of letters.