Did he see me coming out of dumpster? Boone doubted.

"Okay, help me and push this thing. Crowman told me to burn all these rejected letters."

Boone then began to push it while Old Ghost walked along with him. He could feel they were close to the burner. Boone was sweating more than when he was inside the garbage. Even the dumpster had started to heat up.

Old Ghost opened the door and flames immediately showed their presence.

"Empty the letters in the fire." Old Ghost ordered him.

Boone tilted the dumpster and letters started to fall inside the fire.

Around the burner room there was nobody other than them. He had no skeptics regarding why. The place was blistering hot. Old Ghost helped him to pull the dumpster back.

"I will get burns. We should move-"

Old Ghost hushed him, "You will miss the most interesting part about this fire. Wait."

Curiosity let Boone hold his sweat for a while.

"See." Old Ghost pointed at the smoke which had taken human figure. Those shape shifted smoke walked on flames in number of hundreds.

They looked down and began to cry.

"For years I thought they were souls mourning for themselves till I realized they weren’t. Those things on fire are hopes of people who had written those letters."

"Every soul won't get human life again." Old Ghost continued.

"Who decides it?" Boone questioned.

"Crowman."

"I remember you pointing a gun at me because I my nose, apparently, was stuck in somebody else's matter."

"I shouldn’t have threatened you. I should have kept calm and answered your questions so that you don’t do silly things in coming days."

"I didn’t take it to my heart." Boone said.

"Neither did you take it in your brain. I saw you steal Crowman's feather."

"Fetish." Muttered Boone.

Old Ghost didn’t take it as a joke. He stopped making any sound.

Boone felt the necessity to break silence, "What does Crowman pay you for this job?"

"If he is pleases, he will revive my grandfather." Old Ghost took out a torn letter from his pocket, "He will put life on an Egyptian who will go on to be a laborer in construction of Pryamids."

"Doesn’t revival mean, err, reviving in general?" Boone was astonished.

"I call it recycle. One body will have thousands of souls residing in it one by one. But each of them makes same decision, lives same way and dies same way."

"What about memories of their past life?" Boone interrogated.

"Having memory from past life is rare. But it will be worthless. Think what would happen to me if I tell early Christians Earth is round? Or what if I tell people colonizing Mars that I was involved in Aztec sacrifice? Time shall change but mockery of me won't."

Boone still had his eyes locked at Old Ghost's letter, "Do you ever think of sliding this letter in Revival Machine?"

Old Ghost laughed, "What's the point of being a soul if he can't leave greed and impatience with his corpse?"

"But you are well aware I am alive."

"I am also aware what you are up to." Old Ghost poked the letters on Boone's pocket.

"Will you help me?"

"I can just tell you what to do. The machine doesn’t accept more than thirty letters at once. No more, no less. Those thirty letters are selected by Crowman himself. Put your letters in the tray of selected letters and remove those letters you want to remove. Simple. But be cautious, if you don't make it thirty, in exact, then the machine will set an alarm."

"What kind of alarm?" Boone wanted to know.

"It announces the name of person who made the error."

"Where do these letters go to?"

"Why don’t you ask Crowman, you shit ingrate." Old Ghost changed the way he spoke.

"Alright! Calm down."

"Go."

"Okay." Boone caught the dumpster.

"Get out of my sight and never talk to me about this shit factory again." Old Ghost was now roaring.

Boone found his wrath frightening for some reason. He had no desire to see it grow so he ran.

When Boone was gone, Old Ghost spread a smile on his face.

Crowman had promised me he would revive my grandfather immediately if I catch anyone trying to revive an unauthorized person. Boone felt delighted than ever, whistled and watched the hopes weep on fire. Now Old Ghost was just waiting for Boone to make a mistake.