During Ernesto's bedridden stage, wooing Victoria wasn't the only thing he thought about – sure, it was in his priorities, but that didn't mean that he didn't think of other things.

Case in point: one day, he found himself wondering how things were like in the Land of the Living in the past seventy-five years. Obviously, he knew that the majority of his "fans" had forgotten him, but still – how much had really changed since then?

So, when Victoria was about to examine his wound to see if it had gotten better, he asked her: "How has the living world been since I died?"

She stopped for a moment, and looked at him. "You want to know how things have been going in the living world, during the past seventy-five years?"

He nodded. "Yes – I want to know how much has changed since then."

"Well," Victoria began, "for one: the war lasted for three more years, since the boat attacks – the government even sent some soldiers to fight, I believe. The next couple of decades after the war, there was an economic miracle, with more industrialization – a new 'revolution', if you will call it." As he sat up, intrigued by the 'news', she continued, "The cinema was in its golden age – you should've seen it! It was all so thrilling. Tickets were quickly sold out, and the theaters were filled with thousands of people." Her voice was filled with a little excitement, as she recalled some of the films from the late 1940s and then on, "Most of them were absolute gems like Doña Perfecta, El Revoltoso, and Pepe El Toro."

"Things seem to have evolved very quickly," Ernesto remarked, smiling a little at her enthusiasm. While there was a part of him that still felt bitter about being forgotten, it was easily pushed aside as he focused on how much had changed – along with how adorable the woman was, when she spoke. "I'm glad to hear about the industrialization, and that the cinema has reached its peak since then."

"Oh, yes – the cinema only got better over the years," she said, nodding. Then, she thought of her favorite films. "But even with all these new films, the films from the 1930s were the real classics – especially ones like Don Hidalgo, La Casa Blanca, and El Padrino."

His eyes widened as he recognized the films' titles, as he had been the lead in each one. "You – you've watched those films?" he stammered, surprised that she knew of his work.

"Por supuesto!" she answered, sounding more enthusiastic. "Son mis favoritos!"

Ernesto's jaw nearly dropped as he heard her refer to his films as her favorites. He couldn't believe it; she enjoyed – no, she loved his films!

"For some odd reason, Abuelito and Abuelita forbade the family from watching any of those films, so I sometimes snuck out to the market just to get a glimpse at them on the televisions," Victoria explained, as she fondly remembered a part of her childhood. "The audio was a little lower, and the images were a bit blurry – but I still remember how the lead was always a courageous, generous man who was willing to do anything to achieve his goals."

His ghostly heart nearly skipped a beat at her words. She thinks I'm courageous and generous…

"I never did get a good look at him, though, since the television's quality got in the way – and they stopped showing a few years later," she added. "I always imagined that he was very handsome, though."

"Oh…" Ernesto's ghostly heart then sunk a little. She knew of his work, but she didn't know that the lead was him. She didn't recognize him – to her, he was just a mysterious man who had a handsome face.

Victoria didn't notice the look of disappointment on his face, as she went back to examining his wound. She took a good look at it, and noticed that the cracks seemed to be getting better. "It looks like you'll be walking again pretty soon," she told him.

"That's – wonderful to hear," Ernesto said, forcing a smile.

As she got up and left the room, he placed his head in his hands as he groaned. Just when things were going well, fate had to be cruel to him once more.