[What a strange place he's found himself in. Identical lawns and bland houses as far as the eye can see, and the living (are they?) don't seem to notice he's... not. No, he's just a humble barefoot skeleton, dressed in rags and held together by duct tape.
It really does fix everything, you know.
The house behind him is empty of everything, even furniture. The 'people' don't seem capable of having real conversations. And a dead man can't just stand around, that's never gotten him anywhere. So he picks a direction and starts limping his way down the street.
And he walks.
And walks some more.
Eventually it's obvious he is not, in fact, getting anywhere. Wonderful.]
Héctor Rivera | Coco
[What a strange place he's found himself in. Identical lawns and bland houses as far as the eye can see, and the living (are they?) don't seem to notice he's... not. No, he's just a humble barefoot skeleton, dressed in rags and held together by duct tape.
It really does fix everything, you know.
The house behind him is empty of everything, even furniture. The 'people' don't seem capable of having real conversations. And a dead man can't just stand around, that's never gotten him anywhere. So he picks a direction and starts limping his way down the street.
And he walks.
And walks some more.
Eventually it's obvious he is not, in fact, getting anywhere. Wonderful.]
¡Oye! Are there any real people out there?!
[My, he's loud for a guy who doesn't have lungs.]