a burrito at the cantina, headed to trouble.

Enraged the dark shadow bellows in fury - but it has no power within the cantina. The saloon doors slam shut and the phantasm is gone. Jose casually cleans a glass, softly whistling. Tom, mid-chew, swallows - "So... this kind of thing happens often here?" "_Si._" "And I am safe, as long as I stay in here?" "_Si._" Tom reflects for a moment, and then takes another bite of the burrito. He slowly chews.

Jose cleans another glass, and begins to speak rapidly in Spanish. Tom shakes his head - "I'm sorry... I don't understand." Jose sighs, and speaks louder - as if Tom were hard of hearing. Tom shrugs his shoulders, palms up, in a gesture of confusion. Exasperated, Jose grabs a pencil and paper, and sketches a crack in the ground, with comically crude ghosts spewing from it - when Tom looks at Jose, Jose points westward. Tom points to himself, and also points westward.

Jose sadly shakes his head and whistles. A young girl answers. "Let me guess: _la Puertas de Infierno_?"