Hector's heart swelled at the sight of his hometown as the train halted to a stop. The sun was starting to go down and he could see all the lights that were hung around town, all the people celebrating, so many familiar faces. But there was only one Hector desperately wanted to see.

As soon as Ernesto had gotten off the train he was greeted by adoring fans; what a facade.

Hector rolled his eyes as he picked up Coco along with all their luggage. What he was about to do made him feel no regret whatsoever.

Getting off the train, he put down the luggage except for one suitcase, one of which he swung behind him and in one swift motion, slammed into the back of Ernesto's head causing him to stumble forward onto the ground.

Coco laughed.

Without hesitation, Hector rushed through the shocked crowd and made his way into the heart of Santa Cecelia, towards the plaza where the concert was to be. He needed to get to their house. He had a way to go and trying to make it in time through these crowded streets would be impossible.

Back at the train station, the few good people that were helping Ernesto offered to call the police.

"No!", exclaimed Ernesto, a bit too dramatically. He immediately straightened himself out, slicking his hair back. "It's quite alright. I'll handle this myself", he said as he too started to make his way through the crowd. "But I hope to see you at the concert tonight!", he shouted over his shoulder. As suave as he appeared on the outside, he was panicking on the inside. Now what was he going to do? Having Hector write another song didn't matter anymore, even though that's what started this whole mess. Now he could go to prison for holding someone against their will, or worse... attempted murder. That was the last thing he needed, but if it came down to it, it's probably what he had resort to. He needed to find Hector and make him keep his mouth shut... but how?

He smirked. He knew just how...

"Hola, Hector!"

"Amigo! You're back!"

"Good luck tonight!"

Hector tried to look grateful at the passerby's greetings. But the closer he got to the plaza made him more desperate. He needed more time to think about what to do. With all the music and people making more noise than needed be, made it harder for him to concentrate. He was torn between going to the police or going home first...

"Hector!"

Hector froze as he recognized that voice. Looking around for the source, he sighed in relief as he saw who it was. Rushing up to his brother in law made Coco giggle as well.

"See! We knew you were coming back tonight!", exclaimed Oscar. "It is your show after all. But please go see Imelda, she's a wreck!"

Coco giggled again as she held her arms out for one of her uncles to hold her.

"There's our favorite sobrina!", said Felipe taking her in his arms. "How was your trip, niña?"

"Scary", said Coco seriously. That puzzled them.

Oscar and Felipe took a moment to look their familia over. From their tattered clothing to the rope burns forming on both their wrists made the twins concerned.

"Hector? What happened?", asked Felipe.

"I'll explain later, but can you two stay here and watch Coco? I need to find the police."

As many questions as they had for him, the twins nodded.

"Gracias", said Hector, resting a hand on both Oscar and Felipe's shoulders. He turned his attention to Coco. "I'll be back with mama, darling", he said, kissing her forehead.

She smiled as she held her father's face in her hands, kissing his nose.

And with that, Hector turned heel and made his way home. He knew he had to phone the police, but he needed to see Imelda. He wasn't sure why but she was the most important thing in the world in that moment.

Preparing to leave the house, Imelda looked in the mirror to make sure there were no ruffles in her violet colored dress and not one strand of hair loose in her braid.

Staring at herself she took pride in her appearance. Granted the more she thought about it, the more she knew her looks didn't matter. Smiling, Imelda relished in the fact that Hector loved her for more than just her beauty; that's one of the reasons that made him sweet. Oh how she missed him and Coco...

There was a knock at the door.

Nearly stepping on Pepita out of excitement thinking who it was made Imelda smile big as she opened the door. But her smile faltered a bit. "Er-Ernesto..."

"Hola, Imelda! How wonderful to see you!", he said attempting to grab her hand and kiss it.

Imelda retreated taking a step back. "Sí, you too. Where's Hector and Coco? Shouldn't they be with you?"

"Sí. They're helping set up in the plaza. You are coming tonight, right?", he asked, taking another step forward.

"Of course." That's odd, thought Imelda. She knew her husband. He wouldn't come home and not see her first especially after he's been gone for weeks.

"I-Imelda, would you mind if I came in for a minute, I'm... I'm parched", said Ernesto as he became more anxious.

She glared at him. Something was going on. "I was actually just about to leave", she said coldly.

Ernesto grunted, leaning against the doorframe so he could shield her from view. With the other hand, he pulled out the pistol that remained in his pocket and pointed it at her. "I asked to come in...", he responded harshly.

Not taking her eyes off the gun, Imelda took a step back, reluctantly allowing Ernesto to enter. He shut the door behind him.