Manny Calabera roamed the eerie shadowed glow of Rubacabra. His shiny manager black shoes making a tap-scuff as he walked.
He took these walks to get away from the sound of roulette tables and customer chatter.
His mind would wander as well. Back to her beautiful ivory bones.
Ah Meche, where are you now? Lost? Afraid? Lonely? Oh I know I am.
I will find you, no matter what it takes.
I have waited at this crossroad for you, but I have yet to come across your face again.
That kind soul that was tossed away from my mistake.
Wandering in this underworld of poor souls; looking for a peace that some never find.
I will know no peace until I find you.
Until that day, I dance this hell I have found.
Dance in this Grim Fandango.