Mirabel was able to find a telephone booth just down the street from Abuela's old house, and quickly explained to Abuela had to ask the operator to connect her to her sister.

Ana must have been home because Abuela talked for a while as the family kind of looked at the nearby houses. Dolores had discovered the house that Senora Guzman had lived in while she was a teenager, before Mariano was born. She wandered through it, looking at everything that had been left behind that was now on display. It seemed weird to see things that used to belong to people she had known her whole life, being displayed as a monument for the lives destroyed on the day that they had lost her Abuelo.

Alma finally stepped out of the phone booth, with a look that none of them could read on her face, "Ana wants to meet, but she won't be able to until Friday," she explained, "So what are we going to do now?" she asked.

"Can we look around the street some more," Luisa asked, "I mean, this is our past. This is where Mama would have grown up if it wasn't for…" She trailed off.

"How many people actually made it to Encanto," Dolores asked, "There's some names I don't recognize, and that's saying something."

"I think that there were about fifteen people that we know didn't make it to the Encanto," Alma said, "But I'm not sure if we know for sure that all of them… didn't make it," she said softly.

Just then a group of people emerged from a building just next to the sign for Amor Street, leading them was a woman in a neat uniform. She spotted them and smiled brighty, "Would you be interested in a guided tour, I'm about to start one, it's free."

…

Mirabel decided that joining the tour was a waste of time the moment that they gathered around the front door of the first house. She just happened to be right next to the sign out front, telling her that this house had been the Castillos family home. This had been where Tio Felix had lived for the first two years of his life.

The tour guide started, "Here is the Castillos family home, where the young family of three lived. The father was a carpenter and the mother stayed home with their young son, who they say can still be seen walking around at night, looking for someone to play with. You can still see where his toys where abandoned in the middle of the floor."

Luisa shivered, "I don't think I want to go in there, what if the ghost is in there."

Mirabel rolled her eyes, "Casitllos, Luisa, we know the Castillos," she insisted, "They are Tio Felix parents, the ghost she's talking about is Tio, who I hope I don't have to point out, isn't the ghost of a two-year-old."

"Why would she tell everyone that the place is haunted?" Isabela asked, leaning forward to talk to Mirabel, "There's no way that Tio Felix is haunting this place. He's alive."

"I don't know, but this whole thing looks staged," Mirabel insisted, "I mean, the attack happened in the middle of the night, so Tio didn't have a bunch of toys scattered around the room when they were force to leave."

"It's for the money," Tio Bruno announced, "People love a good ghost story, so they come to a place where people had died painful deaths, do some research, and make up some spooky things. I bet they have a show after dark you have to pay for, for anyone who wants to experience the so called hauntings."

Luisa whimpered as Tio Bruno patted her shoulder, "It's okay Luisa, there aren't any ghosts around here," he insisted.

Unfortunately for them, a teenage boy just younger than Camilo and Mirabel, heard this, and decided to have some fun at Luisa's expense.

He waited until Luisa was in the house, looking at some pictures hanging on the wall. He crouched down beneath a table and said in a high pitch voice, "Come play with me."

Luisa gasped, whirling around in fear, glancing around in fear, "Tio?" she asked.

Camilo just happened to be near her, "it's just some teen pulling a prank," he growled, glaring at the teen, "Don't prank my Prima," he said darkly, "You will regret it."

…

The teenage boy only got worst. Picking on Luisa, touching things he shouldn't, purposely getting in the way of Mirabel's wheelchair, and calling her rude things and mocking her for being a cripple.

As they gathered around Abuela's old house, and the tour guide explained about how it was a young family who had just had triplets the day before, and how you can still hear the infant triplets crying at night.

The boy started to cry like a baby, giggling slightly, only to frown when Luisa ignored him. Luisa was too busy talking to Mirabel, who was pointing out that the babies that the tour guide said haunted the place just happened to be their Mama and her siblings.

The boy huffed, mad that his prime target wasn't paying attention to him. So he grabbed the handles of Mirabel's chair and tipped it backwards fast and hard.

Luisa leaped forward, grabbing the chair and steadying it, "What is wrong with you?" she growled.

The boy shrugged.

Camilo growled, glancing around him. That boy needed to be taught a lesson, and he was going to teach it. He made sure that no one was watching before shifting into his abuleo.

The teen was mucking around with Pedro's guitar, it was way to easy, Camilo walked over to him and said in a deeper voice then normal, "The sign says 'Don't Touch'."

The boy turned to look at him, his eyes growing wide as he turned to look at a picture of Pedro Madrigal and then at Camilo, "You're… him," he said softly.

Camilo smiled, "It looks that why, doesn't it," he said before leaning into him, "You better behave yourself."

The scream he let out was totally worth it as he raced out of the house. Camilo quickly shifted slightly, mixing some of his own features in with those of Abuelo's so that it would be easy to see how he had mistook him as his abuelo, but without actually thinking that he was abuelo.

"Camilo Ricardo Castillo Madrigal," a voice called out, causing him to groan, of course Abuela was the one to figure out that he was responsible.

"It's not Camilo's fault that he looks like Abuelo," Mirabel snapped.

"Honestly that boy deserved it, he hit Mirabel's chair so hard that she nearly fell out," Isabela insisted.

"What is going on?" the tour guide demanded.

"I told some kid whose been harassing my primas not to touch the guitar, and he freaked out."

"You do look like Abuelo," Mirabel insisted, rolling her chair toward them, "He probably thought you were his ghost. Even though he would haunt the woods near where he was killed not his old house if he did come back as a ghost."

"If he didn't haunt Abuela," Camilo insisted.

The two cousins giggled as the tour guide looked at Camilo and then looked at the photo on the mantel, "You do look like him," she said.

"Makes sense," Camilo confessed, "I mean, he is my Abuelo."

"What do you mean, he was your abuelo?" The tour guide asked, "His whole entire family was killed during the attack."

"But there were no bodies, where there," Pepa spoke up, placing a hand on Camilo's shoulder. It looked like a comforting gesture, but the tight grip told him that he was in trouble once they were away from the crowd.

"No one has seen them in fifty years," the tour guide insisted, "Obviously they are died."

"I've seen everyone you've talked about within the past week," Camilo insisted, "Some of them within the last few seconds."

"'Milo," Pepa hissed.

"What Mama," Camilo asked, "This whole thing is a scam. Everyone she mentioned so far isn't haunting the nieghborhood, they can't be haunting this place when they live several miles from here."

"I don't understand what you're talking about," the tour guide insisted.

"I am Josefina Madrigal, one of the triplets that supposedly haunt this house," Pepa announced, "That's mi Mama, Alma Madrigal,mi hermano Bruno, who was originally going to be called Jose, and mi hermana, Julieta, and mi esposo Felix Castillos. As I am sure that you can tell, he is not a two-year-old ghost, nor am I the type to cry in the night," her eyes narrowed, "And don't you dare contradict that Dolores," she ordered, pointing towards her eldest, who had opened her mouth.

Dolores shrugged, shutting her mouth again.

"So this place isn't haunted?" a girl around Isabela's age asked.

"Not by the people that the tour guide said are," Alma insisted, "My husband and some of his close friends volunteered to try to hold back the raiders and give everyone else a chance to escape. We were able to find safety in a valley just on the other side of the mountain. I never saw my husband or his friends again," she confessed, "I was hoping that your tour would tell me if some of the others had survived. I was not suspecting the fake ghost stories about my nieghbors and friends."

…

They had ended up leaving the tour to head for lunch after that, because Camilo was starving after shifting into his Abuelo and maintaining his partial shift for so long. (To be fair, after learning that everything was fake, the whole tour broke up.)

After lunch the family broke up, Luisa and Julieta heading to a day spa while Agustin took Mirabel over to visit with his family. Mirabel wanted to learn about her Abuela that she had apparently inherited her magic from. Unfortunately she had died fifteen years ago, so she wouldn't be able to meet her.

Isabela decided that she wanted to go shopping and get some new clothes that fit her personality better than what her current wardrobe did. Dolores had agreed to go with her and give an opinion on outfits, if Isabela would help her pick out a new dress to surprise Mariano with.

Antonio begged and begged to go back to the zoo, so Pepa took him back to the zoo while Felix announced that he was going to take Camilo shopping for new clothes while everyone was breaking up.

The only ones who didn't really have anything planned for the afternoon was Bruno and Alma, who decided to just go along with Dolores, Isabela, Felix and Camilo shopping. Bruno did, after all, need new clothes to replace the ones he had been wearing for the past ten years, and Alma wanted to hopefully find the perfect present for Mirabel's belated quinceneara.