"I left out a basket of apples for them, it seemed to work as a distraction," Puss says quietly from the doorway. He's standing just outside the threshold, not going to enter unless he's invited.

Puss knows the ceremony. There's no mistaking that mix of smells, though Puss never had a home to put an ofrenda in. His life took him on constant travels, but the smell was the same everywhere in his home country. It's solemn and a celebration all at once, and it's hard to keep a lid on the feelings it stirs in him.

So he stands outside of Miguel's room, not sure how his presence will be taken.