Quite a long time had passed since you had successfully escaped from that strange place, leaving behind all the ghosts you had met. Some had sunk into your soul, some still haunted you in nightmares, waking you up in a cold sweat. Your life had returned to its previous rut. You had found a job, even afforded yourself a small apartment in the city center - but the wound in your chest had not healed. You wanted to see again those with whom you had parted so hastily... But you did not know how.

And your dreams turned out to be stronger than reality.

What had to happen happened: you were standing by the elevator in a semi-dark room, smelling of mold and something metallic. The light bulb above the elevator glowed a dim green, meaning that you could return to your world at any moment. You knew that all this time he had been waiting here. Standing motionless by the elevator, covered with a red umbrella, and not taking his eyes off the heavy steel doors. Mr. Scarlettla was too proud to admit that he missed you, but too weak to leave, to give up hope. "I... knew. You would come back to me," you could swear his voice sounded relieved. "You won't leave me. You will love too."