Nico di Angelo sat in front with the judges, bored. He, being the Ambassador of Pluto (or Hades, whatever), was required to sit through the judgement of the Underworld. It made him want to quit his position. At the moment, he was watching a sinful soul, who died from drowning in a 4-feet pool (seriously, he thought, how do 5'6 people drown in a 4-feet pool!?) It was obvious that this shade was going to Fields of Punishment. He watched as the three judges, Shakespeare, Steve Jobs (seriously, that guy was cool.), and Roosevelt, pull out the person's memories and read them. He had watched this same thing again and again, each day. His only entertainment was going out in the mortal world. Mortal world. The word rang through his mind. He stood up, drawing the judges' and the soul's attention towards him. "Proceed." He ordered, before continuing on his way to the mortal world.
