You knock on my door, and there is no answer. You knock again, and a light moan is heard. You kick down the door. I am on the floor, covered in DVD cases. Pan’s Labyrinth, Hellboy, Mimic, Blade 2, Cronos, Hellboy 2, Pacific Rim, and The Devil’s Backbone. My face is rested on an unlabled leather book filled with concept art and behind-the-scenes commentary. You see on the screen an article headlined “Pacific Rim 2 will lead directly into Pacific Rim 3”. In another tab, my bank account is visible, and I have no money left.
"Are you alright," you ask me. "What happened?" I turn, and I whisper into your ear.
"Guil-, Guiller-, Guillermo del Toro."
My spirit departs my body, and somewhere in the Los Angeles area, a large Mexican man chuckles as I become part of his collection of lost souls.