Bruno looked for his daughter and niece, but didn't see them anywhere. He called for them, but got no response. Then he saw Mila's door glowing a little bit, and got a pretty good idea.
Bruno knocked on the door.
"Mila? Mirabel? Are you in there?" Bruno asked. No answer. "Mila, open the door, por favor."
Still no response.
"Milagro Mariana Madrigal, you open this door by the time I count to three." Bruno said. "Uno... dos... tres!"
No response. Then, Bruno pulled his hood over his head, becoming Hernando.
"Okay, then. I'm Hernando, and I'm breaking the door down!" Bruno knew it was a long shot. Even Luisa couldn't break the door down when she tried, but as Hernando he ran toward the door, ready to break it down.
But, at the last moment, the door opened, and Bruno went comedically flying in, faceplanting on the floor, the door closing behind him.
"Ow!" Bruno groaned. He got up and pulled his hood down. Then he looked and saw the amazing room before his eyes.
Mila's room was outstanding. It was filled with super tall shelves at least a hundred feet high with hundreds of books. Some floated around in the air, some of them flapping like butterflies. There were also many gadgets Mila had constructed over the years, a desk for Mila's notes and designs, and near the back was a bed, where Mirabel was laying down, and Mila was in a chair with her notebook, acting as a therapist. And Chika was on the bed too, laying her head on Mirabel's stomach
Bruno knew Mila also inherited his creativity for acting. And in this scenario, when she put on fake glasses and tied her hair in a bun, she became Dr. Jacquline, an emotional therapist who helped people.

Mila held her hand towards a shelf, and a book floated into her hand. And she opened the book.
"So tonight, it was hard because it reminded you of the night you didn't get yours?" Mila, or rather, Dr. Jacquline, said more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah," said Mirabel, staring up at the ceiling.
"And you say that your familia has treated you differently since then?" Mila opened the book, revealing lots of family photos, but very few included Mila and/or Mirabel, aside from a few pictures from just Mila's side of the family, and pictures of that part that included Mirabel. "They've excluded you from everything, including family photos?"
"Si. All except Tio Bruno, Tia Alicia, and my cousin Mila." Mirabel said. "Mila has tried to help me, but I feel like it's unfair to her because she has a gift, but people treat her differently because she refuses to show her gift."
"And you feel your cousin isn't embracing her gift?" Mila pulled the fake glasses down a bit.
"Exactly. She has a gift, so why not?"
"Perhaps because you have not embraced yours," said 'Dr. Jacquline.' "Even people without magic have gifts, you know."
"She's right, Mira." Bruno said.
Mirabel sat up from the bed, a little bit of surprise despite hearing her uncle crash on the floor earlier.
Mila took off the fake glasses. She said nothing.
"And your gift is...?" Bruno asked.
"The proper term would be 'telekinesis'" Mila said. "But that's not important now."
"Why did you both run away?" Bruno asked. "The family was about to take a picture."
"Like Abuela noticed we weren't there?" Mirabel said.
"She hasn't noticed Mirabel or me were excluded from pictures since we were five. No one has." Mila poined out.
"Why would now be any different?"
"I noticed. So did Alicia." Bruno said. "Your family loves you both."
"Well, Abuela has an odd way of showing it," said Mila. "I'm not an official doctor, but everything I've read about social inclusion and family therapy has shown me that being treated as an exception can have dangerous impacts on one's emotional health, especially if left untreated for too long. You know that, Papa. I've seen the way Abuela looks at you every time you have a vision people don't like, including that one vision you and Mami kept secret for so long."
Bruno sighed, he knew she was right.
"What vision?" Mirabel asked. Mila froze; she just blabbed a big secret in front of her cousin.
"Mila? What was in the vision?" Mirabel asked.
"I don't really know. I didn't hear the whole story at the time." Mila said. "All I know is my parents kept it secret to protect you from Abuela, and after that, Abuela started treating Papi worse than before."
"She's right. I probably would've run off and hidden if I didn't have my wife or my children here," said Bruno.
Mirabel looked down again. She was grateful to have at least a few family members who were looking out for her. But, she still wished she could make Abuela proud of her just once. Even with Mila refusing to use her gift for anyone, Mirabel couldn't help feeling inferior to her anyway. Even without magic, Mila was the smartest one in the whole Casita. Not only did she graduate school early and have the highest IQ known in her generation of the Encanto, but she also used her intelligence to help enhance other gifts. She managed to help Julieta figure out recipes that healed more severe injuries and illnesses, helped Pepa target her weather patterns, invented earmuffs to help Dolores, and even managed to invent a bridge and construction materials that could withstand even Luisa's incredible strength.
Mila might have been super exceptionally talented, and she was never boastful about it, but shockingly it wasn't enough to make her the golden child of the family. In any ordinary family, the parents and grandparents would be ecstatic to have a genius in their home. And Mila's parents couldn't be prouder that she dreamed of being an engineer someday. But, no gift, no respect, was the apparent rule for Abuela. Mirabel was at least glad Mila didn't act like a showoff pageant princess like Isabela.
Chika suddenly got up and started licking Mirabel, trying to cheer her up.
"Why am I the only one who didn't get a gift?" Mirabel asked.
"I wish I knew." Bruno shrugged.
"I've been trying to figure that out for years. None of my books have a good explantion, and neither do my experiments." Mila said. "Even the blood test didn't tell me anything."
Bruno looked alarmed at his daughter.
"When did you take a blood test?" He asked.
"Don't worry, I got a professional to get the samples from Mirabel and I." Mila said. "I didn't tell you because I knew you'd freak. And then Tia Julieta gave us an arepa to get rid of the scars."
Chika eventually walked over to Mila's door and started scratching at it.
"Okay, Chika. I'm coming." Mila said. And she went to take the dog outside, but then she saw something. "Um... Mira? Papa? I think you might wanna see this."
Mirabel and Bruno looked confused, then they exited the room, and they saw why Mila had a worried edge in her voice.
Cracks were appearing in the walls of the Casita, the tiles started to shake, and the cracks got bigger and bigger within seconds. Chika whimpered as she saw the cracks going over the family's doors, and they started to flicker. Then, the cracks led up to the window where the candle sat, and it almost went out.
"ABUELA!" Mirabel and Mila both exclaimed, rushing to find their grandmother.