"Did you have to bring the girl with us?" Ernesto complains as they head off.

Coco giggles in Héctor's arms as he repositions her. "Her name is Coco, Ernesto," he says, shooting Ernesto a hard look.

Ernesto groans and rolls his eyes, skulking beside Héctor as they head to the mansion. Héctor thought that it might be a good idea for his daughter to see the place Héctor and Ernesto used to live. Ernesto thought that was a terrible plan, but his best amigo refused to give in. At least Héctor said they could play music for Coco when they get there.

Ernesto sighs. "Why did you want to bring her, anyway?"

Coco laughs again, giving Ernesto a wide smile.

Héctor rolls his eyes."I told you the reason already. And at least you'll still have an audience."

Ernesto wants to protest that one little girl doesn't really count as an audience, but before he can speak they arrive at their destination. Coco twists herself around to look and widens her eyes.

Héctor nods and smiles at her. "You'll like it better when we're inside," he tells her.

"She can't understand you," Ernesto says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Héctor matches his tone with a hard look. "Of course she can. She just doesn't know how talk enough to respond." He grins at Ernesto. "Now, open the door, Superhero," he trills.

Ernesto rolls his eyes. "Don't call me Superhero," he mutters under his breath.

No sooner than he opens the door, and no sooner than Héctor sets Coco on the ground, does she immediately make a run for it. She crawls away as fast as her legs will let her.

Héctor laughs. "I guess she really enjoys being somewhere else," he jokes.

Coco fortunately doesn't make it far. She barrels toward the stairs, but since she can't quite stand on her own, she falls backward onto the ground. She bursts into tears as Héctor starts to run toward her

Ernesto groans. "I told you this was a bad idea!" he yells.

Héctor picks Coco up. "It's fine, mi amigo," he says as he strokes Coco's hair in an effort to stop her cries. "You're okay," he tells her softly. "It's alright. You're fine, mija." He walks over to one of the living room chairs and sits down, still holding Coco. Ernesto reluctantly sits next to him, watching as Héctor comforts his daughter. A few moments pass before he can't resist speaking.

"You know," he starts. "I've been thinking about something."

Miraculously, Coco stops wimpering, looking at Ernesto through watery eyes.

Héctor looks at Ernesto as well. "What is it, Superhero?"

"Don't call me--" But then Ernesto sighs. He doesn't feel like snapping at Héctor anymore.

He starts talking again. "Remember how, when we were younger, we used to dream about touring Mexico together?"

Héctor nods and smiles. "Sí. You'd go on and on about it. You couldn't stop raving about how we'd get more opportunities to perform our music."

Ernesto chuckles, wrapping an arm around Héctor. "I did do that, didn't I?"

Coco tilts her head at Ernesto, her eyes wide.

Héctor laughs at his daughter's expression. "So why are talking about this?" he asks Ernesto.

Ernesto takes a deep breath. "I'm talking about this because now we have a chance!"

Héctor stares at him. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Ernesto huffs and shakes his head. "Ay, Héctor. You're so clueless sometimes. I got us train tickets yesterday. It'll be our big chance!"

Héctor continues to stare, but then he sighs. "I can't, 'Nesto."

Ernesto raises his eyebrows. "Why not?"

Héctor sighs again, shifting Coco in his arms. "I have a family to take care of. Back then, when we talked about it, that wasn't the case. But things are different now."

Ernesto groans, placing his hands on Héctor's shoulders. "Come on, mi amigo! You've always wanted this. We deserve to have a chance like this."

"But Superhero--"

Ernesto rolls his eyes. "Think about it. If we do this, it can make you and your familia rich. Coco will grow up with the same life you and I had. Imelda won't have to worry about you two anymore. And the world will get to hear your songs. We'll be so famous you'll think you dreamed of this pitiful life."

Héctor has an unsure expression on his face. "Imelda won't like the idea. You know that. And Coco is so young now. I can't just leave her and Imelda behind."

Ernesto shakes his head. "If you don't like it, I'll let you go. But right now, think of what the future will be like if you give it a try. You've always loved sharing your songs, Héctor. This'll be the best thing for you."

Héctor seems to reconsider. "How long will we be gone?"

"At the most, two months. That's all, Héctor. Not that long."

Héctor gives a hesitant nod. "Alright. I'll... I'll think about it."

Ernesto ruffles Héctor's hair. "Good. You won't regret your choice. I'll give you three days to decide."

Héctor gives him a small smile. Then he grabs his guitar from behind him. "In the meantime, we promised Coco some music."

Coco cheers.

Ernesto grabs his guitar as well. "I think she'd like one of our old ones," he says.

Héctor widens his eyes. "Really? You'll let us play it?"

"Of course," Ernesto tells him. "But just this once, okay?"

Héctor nods and starts to strum the beginning notes.