Rio de Janeiro, Brasil

While Enzo was making mischief in the city, Vini was also in trouble at Lake. After saying his goodbyes to Belgium, he thought it would be a good idea to take a shower. He looked around the apartment and concluded that he was by himself. I don't know, but last time it didn't work out so well.

Anyway, Vini closed the bathroom door, took off his clothes and stepped into the shower. The smoke began to fill the small space. Trouble. But until that moment, nothing was amiss. The hot water slowed his heart rate, Vini could swear he was in a five star SPA in the mountains.

The situation started to get weird as soon as he turned off the shower. When the smoke went down, a ghostly figure with long hair and a dead look appeared right behind him and was staring at him, bleeding well in the lower parts.

- Holy shit! - Vini was frightened. - Fuck me!

That thing didn't attack him or seem to want a fight. It just stood there like a lamppost. Vini was afraid to open the door, who knows what could happen if he made any sudden moves.

- Why are you haunting me? - Vini asked, dismayed. - Go after Enzo! He doesn't even pay the condominium fee!

Nothing was done. The figure still stood there, staring at Vini. If it had been Medusa he would have been a stone statue by now.

Suddenly the door opened. Vini was about to have a stroke, but unfortunately it was not his time of death.

- Enzo? Holy crap! - Vini complained. - What are you doing here?

Enzo looked away, confused.

- Why do you always ask me this question? I come here, we chat, it's not like it's the first time.

- Great! Just like I wanted. My day just got really bad.

- My fault?

- Not entirely.

- Oh, great. - Enzo ignored his concerns. - Hey, did you know that women's bathrooms are the same as men's?

- I am sure I am going to regret asking, but how did you come to this brilliant conclusion?

- I was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, but the men's room was closed.

- Oh, no! You didn't do that.

- And you can't believe what happened afterwards.

- Let me guess: two women appeared together and started having sex.

- Well... Yes! How did you know?

- It's the kind of thing that only happens in movies and, bizarrely, with you.

- But the point is that my theory is proven right.

- No, it doesn't prove a damn. - Vini refused to admit it.

- Hey, did you... - They both said at the same time. - Sorry, say it. - Enzo said.

- The ghost appeared again.

He looked surprised by this information.

- Really?

- Yes. Actually, she appeared in my shower. When you opened the door, she was gone.

- Maybe she's trying to nail you?

- What?

- Yeah.

- Are you actually considering this?

- Why not? Is it much different than having sex with a mortal? I don't know, there might be particular rules.

- You are very funny, Enzo. As funny as Amy Schumer.

- Hey! My jokes are at least laughable, I deserve a little credit.

- It doesn't matter, Enzo! Everything is weird. First this kid, then this ghost. What the fuck does that mean?

- That your life is so fucked up?

- Well, also. But there must be something we're not getting. We have to go after his mother. Talk to the authorities. The Police. Who knows?

- I don't get what Sting could do to help us. - Said Enzo being... Well, Himself. - Anyway, Ana's father is a pilot. Or was a pilot. I don't know, i was all over her. But she said something that the air force might work for us.

- And how is that going to help?

- Maybe they know a bit. Or maybe they do, but they don't want to reveal it to the public.

- If they are hiding something, why would they tell us?

- Oh, I thought you were about to say that. But we are not the public.

Vini just stared at him, not saying a word. Enzo was totally lost in his argument.

- This is gonna be sorrowful. - Vini complained.

- Relax, Vini. It could be worse.

And it really could. And bizarrely, it was, because the lights in the apartment just turned off out of nowhere.

- Oh, shit! Goddamn fuses from the 1990s!

- Enzo, it's not the switches. - Vini remarked. - Look outside. All the other apartments have lights.

- So, the problem is only in your haunted apartment?

- Yes, Enzo. We need to talk to a specialist.

- No, no, no. - Enzo soon refused. - Are you sure this is the solution?

- I'm not sure of anything. But if you don't have a better idea, then I'll do it my dumb way.