There he was.

Again.

Dark clothing, dark hair, bones popping up in the mud around him. He was a child of the underworld.

"Why are you here?" I ask in a firm voice.

He spins around and i see his face.

He's not a child of the underworld, he is the father of it.

"Nico." He states smoothly.

"Do you follow me here?"

"No. I come to see your mother." He almost breaks into tears and he looks as helpless as Percy with out Annabeth.

I can't help but give him a hug.