Evening,


    "Can you explain me this?" Boone showed Stacy theCrowmanposter, "Tell me you haven’t been printing these."


    "At least I was doing something whichmakes sense." She answered.


    "A man witha crowhead makes sense?"


    "With a dead son, it does."


    "He is MISSING. How many times do I have to tell you this?" Boone roared.


    The rotary phone on their tablerang. It was something which brought an abrupt halt to their argument. Stacy''s quietness made him realize who shouldpickup the call.


    Boone almost pulled the wire of the phone while putting on his ear, "Who is this?" he didn’t hide how he was feeling.


    "Boone. I have found your son." The caller said.


    "Let me hear his voice then." Boone spoke, making sure Stacy would not hear it.


    "I am here, father." The voice came.


    It was spot on.


    Ian.…he gasped, "Where are you?"


    The caller''s voice came thereafter, "You remember the woman''s house which hasa bluedoor?"


    "Yes,I do."


    "I am here with Ian." Then he hung the call, "Come and take him."


    Boone dropped the receiver.


    "What happened?" Stacy broke her silence.


    "I am right." He said andput on shoes.


    "Where are you going now?" Stacy yelled at him.


    "Towards something which makes sense." He said then ran towards the road where he hired a cab and rode to the city.


    The cab ride was the most anxious time of his life. Duringthe entireride, he was watching himself behave in the most abnormal wayinthe mirror. He had no shameinbeing awkward right now.


    The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.The cabbie put on brakes after a while.


    "Don’t stop. Keep going." He barked at the driver.


    "A passenger." Cabbie looked back.


    "I don’t want to share this cab with anyone. Tell that guy to shit somewhere else."


    "You can get in, madam." Driver said.


    Madam?


    Before he could comprehend the happening, the same woman inthe bluecloak opened the door and sat beside him.


    "I knew you would not obey what I had told you." She said.


    "Get off this car!"


    But the woman clapped. Engine stopped burning, andhe felt himself stationary. In place of the tiny mirror, there was his wife''s oval mirrorinfrontof him.


    He was now on his couchall of a sudden. Boone felt scare bubbling upwards from his stomach acid. His mind had turned blank and his ears were ringing. Boone puked on his shoes when he saw himself reddenedonthe mirror.


    "Stacy!" he screamed, with vomit still running down his lips.


    He rushed down inhorror,only to see her dead.


    The woman was right.


    Once again there was sorrow in his home. Beside Ian''s coffin, Stacy was buried while a big crowd gathered to see poor Boone lose another member of his family.


    The night was hard for him. But it wasnot hardenough to take away his sleep. No matter how bad his days went, he always had foundways to findhimself in REM stage. Perhaps he went into another stage ofthe dreamthis time because he saw a clock with the weirdest number he had ever seen.


    27''O''clock.


    "Does this time amuse you?" a voice came.


    Boone flinched and turned around.


    Crowmanwas there.