The underworld was just as Percy remembered it. Cold and dark. Except now, there was no spirits waiting in the line for judgment, there hadn't been any souls in the waiting room ether. He was starting to freak out. It was one thing to be dead in the underworld, but another if your dead and alone.

It's just a test, Percy thought. Once I pass, there will be souls and, at the very least, Charon. That was odd too. Charon, who usually stayed in the waiting room, and ferried spirits across the Styx, was no where to be seen. Percy had to row himself across the dreaded river.

Upon coming close to the banner for judgment (which he choose over standing in a wheat field forever!) , Percy heard a someone, er, some soul behind him.

"Hello Percy. Good to see you. I've been waiting" came from a voice, none other than Bianca Di Angelo.