Author's Note: Sorry for not writing any new chapters in the past few months. My father passed away last March, and my mother and I are struggling. But I'll get back to writing.

Capitulo Dos - Un Giro del Destino

Later on that one Dia de los Muertos, Héctor secretly got out his guitar and played it for the near-teenaged Coco, softly and tenderly.

"Remember me," he sang, "though I have to say goodbye.

"Remember me. Don't let it make you cry.

"For even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart,

"I sing this secret song to you each night we are apart."

Little did Héctor know that Ernie had overheard his father's singing, and he peered through the keyhole of the door. There, he saw his father play the guitar, and was surprised.

"Remember me," Héctor continued singing, "though I have to travel far.

"Remember me," Coco joined him in singing, "each time you hear a sad guitar.

"Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be,

"Until you're in my arms again..."

Ernie was even more surprised to hear Coco sing as well, even as Héctor strummed a few last notes.

"Remember me."

Ernie backed away a bit, not knowing that he knocked over the cabinet, which let loose a plate which fell on the floor and broke. This got Héctor and Coco's attention, and by the time Héctor opened the door, Ernie already left.

Ernie ran out of the house, while Imelda noticed as she was cobbling another shoe.

"Ernie?" she wondered before Héctor followed him.

"Ernie, where are you going?" Héctor asked him, getting his attention.

The two were unaware that a few marigold petals blew in the wind.

"Papá," Ernie began. "You never told me you were a good singer." This bit of information hit Héctor emotionally in surprise. "Mamá would be so amazed!"

"Ernie!" Héctor shouted as Ernie was about to run back inside. The petals fell to the ground, and both father and son unknowingly stepped on the petals at the same time. Suddenly, they stopped as if something unexpected happened.

"I..." Ernie began, nervously. "I thought I felt some sort of presence just now."

Imelda then opened the door, and she looked around as if nobody was around. "Héctor? Ernie? Huh, that's strange. I was certain they came outside just now."

"But Mamá, we're right here!" Ernie called to her. No response. "¿Mamá?"

"Imelda, can't you hear him?" She didn't respond to Héctor, either.

Ernie approached his mother, and tried to touch her, only to react scared when his hand passed right through her.

Héctor gasped in shock. "No. Imelda?" Héctor also tried to touch her, but his hand, too, passed through her.

"¡Ay, caramba!" Ernie shouted. "Estamos..." He then gulped. "¿Estamos muertos?"

"Héctor? Ernie?" A voice suddenly got their attention.

They saw an elderly skeleton in front of them.

"¿Abuelito?" Héctor asked, surprised. "Is that really you?"

"You're... my great-grandfather?" Ernie pointed.

"I am, mi hijo," the skeleton answered. "And for some strange reason, you two can see me. Why don't you come with me and maybe someone can explain everything?"

"Where are we going, Abuelito?" Héctor asked.

"To the Land of the Dead, of course," the skeleton replied, "where else?"