"My friend, Gio!"
"Tildo, my friend!"
They embraced tightly.
"What happened to us, my friend? We're like this? We're not alive anymore!" Tildo lamented.
"We're here to help these poor souls! That's why we're here, my friend. Anyway, we're still together!" Gio laughed happily.
"What about your daughter and grandchild?"
"We are going home the moment we're free from here!" Gio seemed positive.
"Don't raise our hopes, Gio!" the woman with the turban on her head interrupted. "As if you don't know what happens to the spirits here!"
"What happens to us, madame?" Tildo asked while he turned. He was startled because he thought he knew the woman. "Do I know you, madame? Have we met somewhere...?" He stared at the woman.
"That's an old line, mister!" the woman retorted. "Of course, we haven'
