Slow breaths…. in… out…. Everything was… dark… pitch black, darker than the blackest night. Oh wait, his eyes were closed. Right.
Slowly Hector opened his eyes, though that didn't help a lot… it was still dark. Though there were outlines of… what? Buildings? Where?
Slowly Hector tried to gather his thoughts, were was he? He could have sworn he had been with Ernesto just a moment ago, there had been a pain in his stomach, it had hurt a lot… Something about a Chorizo…
Hector groaned as he sat up, slipping a hand through his unruly hair. Was this… an alleyway? Drowsily Hector looked around at the narrow alleyway he was in, bags of trash all around him, it smelled absolutely horrible, some sort of dumpster. What on earth was he doing here? He needed to go home, he was on his way home.
Slowly Hector looked all around himself trying to locate his luggage. Oh, there was his suitcase, mindlessly Hector reached for it and looked around for the guitar but found nothing.
Oh great, if he had lost his guitar Imelda was going to kill him. It had taken her two years of polishing shoes in secret to afford that guitar as a gift to him so he wouldn't have to play the cheap one he had used to make due with.
He couldn't go without the guitar… where was it?
Hector continued looking but didn't find a guitar, instead his eyes finally fell on a pretty odd looking man laying among the trash, half burried beneath the sacks.
Hector looked oddly at the man, the guy looked oddly familiar. He was tall and gangly, with thick black hair and a little black goatee. The man seemed to be out for the count, had he been drinking and the passed out among the trash? What a silly thing to do.
Hector shook his head, people sometimes.
Then suddenly Hector blinked and then looked down to his ankle, there was an animal there. It was a really weird looking one!
It mostly looked like a Iguana but its colors were all wrong, the colors were bright and shining in multiple colors, such as bright blue, red, green, yellow, orange and it even had wings… What a weird creature, and now it was biting at his pants legs trying to pull him away.
"Oh i'm sorry." Hector smiled kindly. "I'm not going that way, i'm going home." he stated as he took a few steps, not in the direction the lizard wanted him to go. How-ever Hectors seize won and he just walked towards the train station. Guitar or no guitar, he was going home.
At another place, in an entirely other world in fact several skeletons were sitting by their desks, in front of them were papers were words were magically being written down telling about the happenings of the living world, a woman with long straight black hair and mostly blue flower markings on her skulls were reading the paper that was being made right in front of her and then spoke up. "We have a wanderer!" she spoke up. "He's walking the opposite direction of the nearest cross-over point."
A man sighed as he leaned over the desk, another skeleton this one wearing a shirt and tie and holding a coffee cup as he glanced down. "Does he know he's dead?"
"Don't seem like it." The woman commented.
"Of course, that's how it always is." The man rolled his eyes. "So who is it this time?" he asked.
"A Hector Rivera." The woman commented. "21 years old… That sure is young, that probably explains why it hasn't occurred to him he's dead yet."
"So some young idiot who got drunk and ended up in a accident or something?" The man exhaled deeply. "Typical young people, they all think they are immortal. Has a spirit guide greeted him?"
"Yeah, but he's not following it." The woman commented then sighed. "Well, hopefully he'll realize he's dead fairly quick. It's always such a hassle when you have to convince people."
"Tell me about it." The man sighed. "Especially those young idiots. Always shouting they are to young to die, that they are actually destined to become stars or what-ever. And usually it's their own damn fault they are dead."
The woman though were glancing on the paper, sadly the information written was very limited, it didn't even say how the man had died only the time and place… Something felt off about this one though. Something was not right… She swallowed, she could only hope she was wrong and this was going to resolve itself peacefully.