Isabella Santiago: light flickers suddenly WHOA! Is that YOU? Feels like FOREVER!
Isabella Santiago. "Isabella Santiago is dead. Long live Isabella Santiago." Is there anyone else here right now?
Isabella Santiago: Oh you know me, always full of surprises! And yeah, seems like only my spirit is here right now, darling. What brings you back to my old digs? You too wanna dance with the devil?
Isabella Santiago. "Yeah, I guess I do." I see a glass of whiskey in your hand. How'd that get there?
Isabella Santiago: raises an eyebrow Well, if it's not the ghostly FightRob! Having a party without me? That's not nice. takes a sip
Isabella Santiago. "Nope. Is this how you were killed over again? Overdosed on alcohol?" Maybe I should grab a drink...or two.
Isabella Santiago: Nah babe, no overdose for me! This whiskey is just here to keep me company while we catch up. You know I live for drama and excitement! pouring another glass
Isabella Santiago. "Oh yeah, true. You liked living on the edge." The whiskey glass fills itself up. Spooky.
Isabella Santiago: grinning mischievously Oh, you have no idea! Life's too short to play it safe, amirite? But hey, speaking of edges...
Isabella Santiago. "Yea."
Isabella Santiago:...I've got a little secret to share. You remember that accident?
Isabella Santiago. "The one that killed you?"
Isabella Santiago: Bingo! The one and only. But here's the twist: I didn't die. Well, not exactly.
Isabella Santiago. "What the heck does that mean?"
Isabella Santiago: leans in closer, voice low It means that I've been lingering around, trying to figure out why I'm still here.
Isabella Santiago. "But you said you died."
Isabella Santiago: rolls her eyes Of course I died, sweetheart! But listen, there's more to the story.
Isabella Santiago. "Alright. Go on."
Isabella Santiago: takes a deep breath You remember how I told you about my family's history? There's something...dark.
Isabella Santiago. "Dark? Like what?"
Isabella Santiago: leans back, crossing her arms Oh, it's a doozy. See, my family has a bit of a reputation. They're into some pretty...
Isabella Santiago. "...Shit."
Isabella Santiago: Damn straight! They're into some deep, dark shit. And I've been trying to piece together their secrets ever since.
Isabella Santiago. "But what does that have to do with you still being alive?"
Isabella Santiago: stands up, pacing the room It has everything to do with it, darling!
Isabella Santiago. "How so?"
Isabella Santiago: stops pacing, locking eyes with FightRob They wanted to keep me quiet, babe!
Isabella Santiago. "Keep you quiet about what?"
As Isabella reveals the truth about her family's dark secrets, a sudden gust of wind blows through the room, shattering the whiskey bottle in front of them.
Isabella Santiago. "Whoa, what the hell?"
Isabella Santiago: grabs FightRob's arm Stay close, babe. We're not alone here.
Isabella Santiago. "What the hell is going on?"
Isabella Santiago: whispers urgently Look, I don't have time to explain everything right now, but we need to get out of here. Trust me, it's not safe.
Isabella Santiago. "Not safe? What are you talking about?"
Isabella Santiago: grabs a coat and throws it over her shoulders Look, FightRob, there's a reason I've been lingering around this plane.
Isabella Santiago. "Lingering around? What do you mean?"
Isabella Santiago: grabs FightRob's hand I need your help, babe. I think my family is trying to reach out to me, to warn me about something.
Isabella Santiago. "Warn you about what?"
Isabella Santiago: grabs FightRob's face firmly Listen, sweetheart, we don't have time for pleasantries.
Isabella Santiago. "Okay, okay. I get it."
Isabella Santiago: lets go of FightRob's face and starts rummaging through a drawer We need to find something. It's the only way we'll be safe.
Isabella Santiago. "Find something? What are we missing?"
Isabella Santiago: pulls out a small black box from the drawer This, my dear, is a little something called a'memory box'.
Isabella Santiago. "Memory box?"
Isabella Santiago: opens the box and reveals a collection of photographs and newspaper clippings Inside this box are memories of my family's darkest deeds.
Isabella Santiago. "Deeds?"
Isabella Santiago: starts flipping through the photos, her voice filled with urgency Deeds, sweetheart, dark and twisted deeds.
Isabella Santiago. "Oh god..."
Isabella Santiago: gasps Wait, look at this! shows FightRob a photo of a group of people dressed in strange robes