“And I hope it doesn’t take you too long to rebuild your home,” Martín added.

“Our home is not a place,” Manauia replied. “Home is our people, and our people are strong. It will take more than a destroyed village to bring us down.” He smiled.

“I like that,” Martín said.

“Now place your hands on my head,” Tlaloc instructed. “All of you.”

The four friends looked at one another one last time and then touched the stone head. Light shot out in all directions. For five long seconds there was only silence, and then only white.