Before the rest of the family was up, Camilo ventured out of bed again. He quietly made his way to Antonio's room. His eyes adjusted to the light of the jungle room. He had been bathed in darkness for most of the last forty-eight hours. Julieta closed the blinds in his room to prevent his burned eye from becoming irritated.

He climbed up to wear Antonio was asleep. He was cuddled up with Parce. Antonio gently shook his younger brother awake. "Toñito, wake up," Camilo whispered. "I need your help. It's urgent."

"Cami," Antonio murmured. "You're not supposed to be out of bed."

"I know, but this is important," Camilo whispered. "Dolores, Luisa, and Isabela have left the Encanto. They went searching for mamá."

"They've already left?" Antonio asked. "I was going to help them. The rats told me they were going."

"It might not be safe for you out there," Camilo whispered. "It might not even be safe for them. However, you can still help them. You can send one of your toucans to keep an eye on them. Tell them to report back to us if anything major happens."

"I will," Antonio promised. "I'll do it right away."

"Good," Camilo whispered. "Kepp me posted."

Camilo was blinded by a burning pain on his face. It was clear the wound needed some more medication. He clutched the side of his face. "Milo?" Antonio asked.

"I'm fine," Camilo said. "I just need to wait for tia to wake up. I'll be in my room if you need anything."


Once they were done with their succession, Pepa and Sophia had breakfast. "How are you feeling?" Sophia asked.

"Slightly better," Pepa sighed.

"Hey, that's progress," Sophia said. They were soon done with breakfast. That's when Pepa noticed a guitar in the corner in the room. "Do you play? My husband used to, and he was pretty good at it."

"Yeah, I know a few songs," Sophia said. "I'm self-taught. Do you want me to play something for you?"

"Sure," Pepa said. Sophia strummed her guitar. Pepa recognized the song immediately.

"Dos oruguitas enamoradas," Sophia sang. "Pasan sus noches y madrugadas. Llenas de hambre. Siguen andando y navegando un mundo. Que cambia y sigue cambiando. Navegando un mundo. Que cambia y sigue cambiando."

"You know that song?" Pepa asked.

"Yeah," Sophia said. "It's been passed down in my family from generation to generation."

"My mamá used to sing it to me every night before bed," Pepa explained. "It was the song playing when she met my Papi."

"Oh," Sophia said. "I guess we have more in common than just being two outcasted moms and wives."