Burning pain. That's the last thing you felt in the warzone before everything darkened, and Rudy fighting with you was the last image in your mind before the explosion.

When you opened your eyes, the air smelled like flowers. You were in a different place: There was music playing, food and everything was colorful. Most people looked like skeletons with body paintings. Rudy was besides you looking around in awe.

"Dios mío..." Rudy says.

You two were in Mictlán. The Mexican underworld.