When the strong light disappeared, the man loosed his finger from the button, then he suddenly found that there was a giant closet standing in front of him and a voice came out from it:" hey dad, I am inside....but.....Damn it ! How to open it..... I am stuck ....."
         

          " Ur....My son is a little clumsy....actually....You turn the handle clockwise...." Before his words were finished, the wardrobe door was opened and the man was nearly scared to death! He could see nothing but a cloak floating in the air.
           The incredible cloak stayed still in front of the man's face, and the boy's voice appeared again,"dad , it's me."
           At this moment, all of the man's fright had turned into excitement. "It is my son! "thought the man. "now i finally learn that the cliche about world exists no ghosts is false." Thinking that he finally got someone younger to depend on when old, he reached for his son to clutch his shoulder, but got nothing.
         

          "Sorry, dad.... I can not be touched now...."
          "It's ok. I understand it. But why are you so tall......Since the cloak is hanging in the air at this height...."
          "Dad! I was supposed to be born 5 years ago....the earliest time..."
      

          "What! You mean that it is not her first time to have an abortion yesterday ?!" the man clenched his teeth and then yelled to the cloak, "she cloaked these as secrets for years, and she did these all without my clearance! 5 years ago ,let me think about that. Actually , there was a time when she escaped her favourite cafeteria for the sake of "high calories". That seemed ridiculous and i can say with certainty that she was lying! She killed you, for more than 2 times!!! It was simply a calamity, a catastrophe! You were the casualty! If she didn't kill you that time, you maybe a boy who now loves cartoon or classic music, cross the lake by canoe in the park, like the other kids. i can also watch you eat cereal for breakfast every morning and caress your cheek before sleep.
       

           " Dad! Stop chattering here! It was history and we can't change it now, we have even no time to chat. Believe me , i also wanna clasp you..."
       

          Regardless of his son's complaint, the man kept on imagining," i am a little worried, you know, Rebecca is a Catholic and she does no chores—she is a lady with no charms, no charity and also a civilian... Not an ideal family..."
          "Just shut up!!! Dad! Time presses. We must hurry now. Remember, be cautious. We should finish this before the commander conducting any census in my previous space, or he may come here to arrest me back. Listen, Rebecca will attend her nephew's wedding tomorrow and she's catering the wedding. So after she leave the cathedral and head to the hotel, you make her put on this cloak——make sure she is the first one who sees the cloak, of course, except you—— and then wait. I will successfully got into her stomach with her real baby's soul ,only after she drink off her fourth glass of champagne. Not until then is your mission done."
      

          "Got it, so what should i do now?"
          "Get me out of this terrible office and get ready for tomorrow's fight! And caution! "
          Realizing the significance of this task, the man looked around and found a cluster of newspaper to package the cloak. Then he was wondering whether a clip or a clamp would be better to fasten the packed thing. Soon he gave up and put it into a black plastic bag. You could hear him chuckling to himself as he walked out of the office.
        

          Walking in the sun, the man reflected on the current situation. "It was not an era of cannons but here we had captives ; the crowd would sometimes chant"Down with the government" in the streets ; the city would come to be in chaos ; many extreme opposition will chuck away the government's notices or chipped the glasses to injure the others ; the mayor cited the latest crime figures as proof of the need for more police , because you can hear the clash of weapons all the time and it's hard to distinguish which actions characterize the criminal. Despite restrictions by the charter, they're still discontented and unwilling to chorus praises for the president."
       

           " My son will grow up in this environment," the man said to himself, "after he is certified to be my own son, i will get him back at once, since i have an excellent lawyer good at meeting clients' commands. If this doesn't work, i will steal him and hide him in the cellar where there is a huge stone with a cavity in the center. He can sleep under canvas. In the spare time, he can carve the huge stone into an artwork or read some books and news as long as he catches the caption." 
       

            After returning home, the man directly got to bed, embracing the plastic bag, with no words at all. His wife was quite confused about that.
        

             Time flied and the next day came.