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#and Miguel can actually /see/ him...i'm sure they'd get up to interesting antics]]
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"This isn't a dream, is it?"
Shocked by the appearance of the skeleton man before him, Miguel lifted a hand to give himself a harsh smack to his own face. Then promptly repeated the motion with his other hand, and the other side of his face, in hopes that if he was dreaming, the action would wake him.
When that didn't work, he cautiously reached up as high as he could to deliver a light smack to Hèctor's face.
"Nope. You're definitely real!"
The feeling of smooth bone beneath his hand was enough to tell him that. As much as Miguel wanted to leap for joy at the sight of his great great grandfather, he also wanted to know why he was seeing said great great grandfather. He hadn't died, as far as he knew—he would have remembered if he had, he's sure of it.
"But, Papa Hèctor…what are you doing here?"
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