Chapter Text
"Casita? What's this?" Mirabel questioned, at the sight of a distressed casita.
The floorboards shot up and down.
"Get the Madrigals?"
[a few minutes later, with the Madrigals]
"Casita told me to get you guys, it seemed like there was something going on, the floorboards were shooting up and down.."
"Are you lying like you did at Antonio's gift ceremony?" Alma wasn't having it.
"No, I swear, the house was—" Before she could finish her sentence, the casita was opening up a staircase. A really long spiral staircase.
"Sorry," It turns out, Alma was having it.
Antonio got down first.
"It didn't know Casita had a—"
"It doesn't," Alma said, wondering why she hadn't seen this before.
The room had a big screen, the ones you get at cinemas, and a sofa, long enough to fit more than just the Madrigals here. The screen began showing text.
FÉLIX MADRIGAL
"Me?"
YOU ONLY HAVE
"Félix.. I don't like this.."
"It'll be okay, mi amor,"
ONE WEEK LEFT
"To what? Was I supposed to be doing something before?"
TO LIVE.
FÉLIX, TAKE THIS WATCH.
IT SHOWS HOW LONG YOU HAVE LEFT.
PEPA, TAKE THIS WATCH.