As they ran towards the Arts District, Miguel and his family were shocked to see a shallow river of water trailing down the ground.

Hector was utterly shocked. "What the...?"

Imelda said with a frown,"It's La Llorona's tears. She must be searching for the souls of her children."

Julio started to panic, his bones trembling uncontrollably. "Really? Well, time to turn back!"

To Coco's surprise, Julio started to run away in fear. Oscar, Felipe, Victoria, and Hector grabbed Julio who shouted,"We've got to get out of here!"

Imelda crossed her arms in disapproval, despite the fear she was feeling herself.

Miguel turned around to ask Imelda in disbelief,"How could La Llorona do something so cruel to her kids then still care about them?"

Imelda gave her great great grandson a look of worry,"I'm not sure Miguel..."

Once they reached their destination, Miguel knocked on the Art District's front door.

Cecilia, who was Frida's very own costume designer, opened it and sighed in annoyance. She said in exhaustion,"I've had a long day of sewing so if you're looking for dresses you'll have to come back tomorrow..."

Cecilia was about to close the door on the Rivera family when Hector said rather firmly,"It's not that Cecilia. We need to see Frida."

Cecilia crossed her arms and squinted her left eye,"What for?"

The Rivera family anxiously stepped aside for Cecilia to see Imelda's white flats.

All of a sudden, Cecilia screamed and ran the other way.

Frida suddenly appeared, startled by Cecilia's freak out.

Frida swiftly turned her head to look at the Rivera Family. She looked down to see Imelda's white shoes.

Frida gasped in delight. "Imelda Rivera! You managed to get the shoes before La Llorona!"

Imelda couldn't hold in her anger anymore.

She shouted which surprised both her and everyone else in the room,"How dare you try to make this a good thing! The very thing that I have spent years to patch my family up with from Hector's selfishness is now a curse!"

Imelda instantly felt regret.

She ran into the studio. All the skeletons that were either creating props or painting fruit stared to look down at Imelda's shoes. Imelda didn't seem to notice all the looks she was getting. Tears were blurring her vision.

She finally sat down on a wide, brown crate. She put her face in her hands and sobbed.

Suddenly, she could hear footsteps. She looked up to see her whole family and Frida approaching her with looks full of compassion. Hector sat down next to his wife and gave her a loving hug. He said softly,"Everything is going to be OK. That I promise."

Imelda couldn't help but smile.

Frida said,"He's right. In order for Imelda to use the shoes, she must sing with genuine passion. Her heart's desire will then manifest from the shoes! Hector, could you perhaps write a new song for Imelda to sing?"

Hector smiled. "I'll get started right away!"