When Imelda woke, she felt more refreshed, more relaxed than she could remember having felt. For such a long time, before and after death.

For a long while, she just laid there. Feeling Hectors arms around her, listening to his deep rhythmical breaths. The truth was, usually the dead didn't need to sleep at all. Only in rare circumstances when they had become overwhelmed or exhausted… Like after all the things they had gone through last night.

How-ever, sleeping felt very nice so many dead people liked to do it anyway. What kind of person would not enjoy a lazy siesta in a hammock?

Imelda had decided to get a bedroom just to have a place to retrieve to… When she couldn't keep her emotions in check anymore. She would rather lock herself in and take a rest then let her family wiyness her break down just because she had heard one of Hectors songs being played at the plaza… Hector.

Slowly Imelda turned around to look at the skeleton man, he was still deeply a sleep. His eyes were closed and his breath very deep and rythmical. He was not faking, he was genuinely still a sleep. That much was evident from how relaxed his body looked and how deep bis breaths were.

Well… It made sense he would need more rest than her. Last night had been hard on everyone, but him especially.

Lovingly Imelda looked at his face. He looked better than before!
The bones that had become yellow seemed more white, cracks seemed to be healing… Memories had grown stronger so his appearance had become stronger to.

Amused Imelda looked at his messy black hair that was now all ruffled up… His clothes was atrocious. Both pants and coat seemed like they were barely hanging together by a thread and he was barefooted. Imelda exhaled deeply as she rolled her eyes. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked, there was no response though. It seemed like Hector was going to need even more sleep and as such Imelda stood up, slowly brushing off her dress and fixed her hair. Then quietly she moved to the door and opened it as quietly she could to step through and quietly closing it again, smiling as she stood on the other side.

She only took one moment to smile like that though before she stood up straight, she was not about to proof to her family she had turned soft! She was as tough as ever and thusly she straightened out every piece of clothes, made sure not a strain of hair was out of place before she finally walked towards the living room and then she halted in astonishment.

Because in there… the entire familia was collected seemingly trying to barricade the door as well as the windows as huge numbers of skeletons were pressing their hands and faced towards the window on the other side.

"What in the?" Imelda blinked confused. "What is going on here!" she then demanded making everyone turn to her.

"Imelda!" Rosita exclaimed. "Thank goodness you finally woke up!"

"It was only a small rest." Imelda pointed out annoyed.

"Imelda…" Oscar then halted. "You went to bed early morning yesterday. It's now afternoon the day after! You've been a sleep for a day and a half!"

"I what?" Imelda asked then huffed. "So what? I had a very long night, and what is up with all those people?" she asked gesturing at the people trying to get in.

"They are all here hoping to get a glimpse of Hector." Julio hissed as he was pressing his back against the door.

"That television broadcast, everyone loved it." Rosita then explained. "They want to ask when Hector is going to be playing again, and if you are going to sing!"

Stunned Imelda looked at them, then her eyes narrowed. "Really? So that's why they feel like it's okay to break an entrance." she commented then resolutely moved to the door kept closed by Julio, Felipe and several pieces of furniture. "Move it." she demanded.

"Imelda?" Victoria asked. "Are you sure that.."

"I said move it!" Imelda demanded in that voice that tolerated no objections making the two dutifully step aside allowing Imelda to grab the chair blocking the door throwing it away, and then the cabinet and that suddenly made the door burst open and several skeletons fall forwards in a big pile.

Imelda glared at them, then walked forward simple stepping on the skeletons using the pile as a heightened spot, standing untop of all these alive and clearly moving bones with her hands on her hips, not caring in the least that her foot was untop of an detached human skull with eyes.

By the sight of her everyone gasped.

"That's her!" A shout sounded. "Imelda Rivera! Those songs are about her!" "And she was in television, she was so talented!" "Senora Rivera! When is the next concert?!" "Senora Rivera!" "Senora Rivera."

Imelda hissed annoyed and then made a great big shout. "QUIET!"

At ones that made everyone silence and freeze on the spot as all their eyes were on her.

"My husband. Hector Rivera, almost faced the final death." Imelda stated. "He is resting and is in no condition to do any concerts or answer any of your air headed questions. He is in need of peace and quiet and YOU are being anything but. So if you value your bones unbroken.. GET OUT OFF HERE!" she shouted making everyone gasp. "GET OFF MY PROPERTY! OUT! OUT!" she shouted

Which immediately made them all gasp and the flood of skeleton started to disperse as if they couldn't get away quick enough.

A few brave people though was remaining one of them who raised a hand. "Senora Rivera! Senora Rivera!" the older man exclaimed.

"What?!" Imelda hissed.

"Listen, i'm a manager. In fact I was Ernesto De La Cruz's manager. He is fired now of course, but I thought that maybe…"

"You thought what?" Imelda asked in a threatening voice.

"Well… The people clearly recognizes the true talent and wants to see it. I can arrange that for you. Put you on a stage!" The manager informed. "One twice as bigs as De La Cruz's ever was!"

"Oh really?" Imelda asked raising her foot and then took off the shoe.

Wide-eyed did the poor manager look at that shoe in her hand, the family still inside wide-eyed looked.

"Oh he's done for." Oscar whispered to his twin next to him and Felipe nodded.

"If he wasn't dead already, he soon would be." he agreed.

And then Imelda let out that roar. "AARGHHHH!" with a raised shoe and the manager jumped up in a shriek and then they were gone as Imelda was chasing down the man with that shoe in her hand.

Stunned all family members looked after the two vanishing, and any brave remembers had clearly lost their last bit of insentive to stay so they quickly made themselves scarce.

"Should we… maybe help that manager?" Julio asked.

That made all the family members look at each other then shook their heads. "Njaah."

When Imelda finally returned, she was clearly not in a good mood. The anger radiated from her body and her family was to wise to poke fun of her.

Instead they wisely returned to each their business, clearly trying to pretend that nothing was different.

That is until one brave soul stepped up…. Victoria. She swallowed nervously. "Mama Imelda."

Imelda exhaled deeply then turned to her. "What is it?"

"Is… Is Hector really going to stay here?" Victoria asked and Imelda blinked. "I'm sorry I just… I never got to really talk to him before. You forbade it." she pointed out. "I've seen him around, I know he would still come here even if it was in hiding. Just to see if we were doing well. And he seems really nice…. Still, I don't know him. Mama Imelda, what is Hector like?" she asked.

That made them all turn their attention to Imelda, and suddenly even though she had been fearless in front of the mass's, she was now feeling small under the questioning gaze of her family. Suddenly realizing she had denied Victoria the right to know her own grandfather.

"Well…" Imelda hesitated. "You're all going to know soon enough. Ones he wakes up. I have a feeling he really wants to know all of you."

"So he's really going to stay?" Victoria asked with a lifted eyebrow.

"Well… Yes." Imelda then said. "At least. I suppose this is a family matter, I should have consulted with all of you first." she then admitted.

"Well to be honest." Julio took off his hat holding it in front of himself. "I was always rather curious, I did always kind of want to know the guy." he admitted. "The way he kept hanging around but never caused any trouble. He never seemed that bad to me." he admitted. "And Coco… Well. Of course she wouldn't speak of him like you asked her to but... I remember this one night." Julio then admitted. "Shortly after Coco and I had married she… She opened up to me. She showed me all the letters she had safe kept and admitted that sometimes, she still liked to believe he would come home some day. She didn't sound like she hated him at all. In fact…. she seemed like she wanted to see him again. When Coco comes, she will want to see him. She will want to see him here with us." he stated.

"The way I remember Hector, he couldn't hurt a fly." Oscar then admitted. "He's the very meaning of harmless."

"yes, he was a trouble maker all right, but absolutely harmless." Felipe agreed with his twin. "How him and our sister could ever fall for each other I shall never know." he admitted.

"Hmpf." Imelda huffed as she crossed her arms and looked away.

"Mama Imelda." Rosita then spoke quietly and respectfully to her mother in law. "You held this family together, you even invited me in though it was my brother who got married. We are all here, only because of you. And yet, you've always looked sad. That is until the other day when you were dragging Hector home. So… What I want to say is. If this is what will make you happy, I will support you." she stated. "How-ever, if this will make you unhappy I will not put up with it. At least though, I am ready to give him a chance."

Imelda smiled as she looked at all of them, love for her family overwhelming her. "Gracias, everyone." she smiled. "For forgiving me, I deprived this family of a very important member. I am quite certain though, that given time, you'll all learn to care for him as a part of the family."

"I don't even think you have to wait that long." Felipe then admitted. "From what I remember Hector was always stupidly likable, everyone liked him. He just had a way of making any stranger open up to him. Heck all the girls were always swarming around him and Ernesto while they were playing at the Plaza."

"Yes it was a real hassle, when Hector was around neither of us had a chance." Oscar smirked giving his brother an albove. "Wouldn't even look at us, and that's saying something." he stated.

"Indeed!" Felipe nodded. "Hector though only had eyes for one."

"Oh shush." Imelda muttered as she embarrassed looked away. "It's true." she then proudly admitted. "All those poor air headed girls would look at him, but he was mine and mine alone." she grinned. "Just shows he has good taste." she stated.

"Is he still sleeping though?" Rosita then had to ask looking behind Imelda in the direction of her bedroom.

Imelda shrugged. "He nearly experienced the final death, it makes sense he needs time to recover. Let him rest." she asked. "And if anyone else is stupido enough to knock on our door, come get me!" she demanded.

The warning in her eyes being clear…. No one was going to touch her husband. No one.