Author's Note: Hey! Sorry it took so long for me to update! I had this chapter pretty much done and I had the time! But no internet connection. Or my computer. Thanks for the great reviews, and good advice! Hope this meets your expectations, HawkAngel13.

Chapter 2

After my discussion with Lilly, I decided to continue walking down the boulevard. I walked down the left sidewalk, and found something I thought I'd never see again. It was... my Mythomagic collection?

"I don't understand. I burned this stuff. How is it here?" I asked, rumaging through the collection I once spent all my (and Bianca's) allowance on.

"Let me guess, you wanted to have all of the figurines and cards. But then, you got older, and realized you didn't like it anymore. Just another stupid game to you, huh?" Lilly said.

I smiled a little, "I wanted to have the biggest collection in my school." I picked up some of the figurines. Zues with his master bolt, Apollo with his sun chariot, Dionysus with grapevines and a cup of wine. I remember calling Dionysus "the wine dude" the first time I was at Camp Half-Blood. I chuckled at that memory, then continued digging through the pile of Mythomagic figurines and their matching cards.

"I've spent many hours playing with these figurines," Lilly said, sitting down next to the pile. "You know how to play?" I asked.

Lilly shook her head, "Not quite, I merely fiddle with them. I may speak and know things like someone much older than I, but I am only six. I need things to play with. So your collection isn't just collecting dust here on the boulevard." I remembered keeping one of my figurines. The one that wasn't in that pile. The Hades figurine Bianca gave to me. I vowed to never part ways with it, for sentimental reasons of course.

Eventually, I left behind my collection, and continued to explore. I sat down in a pile of trashed scrapbooks, and looked around. I found a painting of two people, a girl and a boy, on the beach at sunset. The girl had red, frizzy hair, and the boy had black hair. In the bottom, left-hand corner, the initials 'R.E.D.' were scribbled in black sharpie pen. Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Wow, I never guessed that one of her paintings would be here. I shrugged it off, and continued to rumage through scrapbooks, and other junk. It was very quiet, and I began to wonder where Lilly had gone. I looked around, stood, and walked around for a few moments, but didn't see her.

I decided that Lilly had something more important to do, although, it was kind of lonely without her around. . . . After a while, I started to squirm. "L-Lilly?" I called out awkwardly. She walked towards me, "Yes?"

"I have to go. Y'know-"

Lilly held up her hand, "Say no more. Follow me."

After finding the bathroom in some wierd abandoned building, and using it, Lilly took me to the top floor of the building. At the end of a hallway, there was a bedroom. It had a balcony, with one Hades of a view. You could see the whole boulevard! Everything from the eerie darkness at the start of the street, to the end that circled around in a cul-de-sac form. Now that I could see everything, I saw how far I had gotten down the boulevard. Ya' wanna' know? Not far at all. From where I stood, it looked like one sixteenth of the street. I was probably just imagining it, I needed to rest.

I walked back into the room, and looked around. It was dusty, and probably haunted, I could sense it. Lilly was lighting a candle, on a small table next to a hammock.

"You may stay here to sleep. When you awake, you must continue to explore the boulevard," Lilly said sternly.

"I must?" I asked, "By who's orders?"

Lilly sighed irritably, "The overseer of this boulevard!"

I crossed my arms, "And that would be?"

Lilly began to walk out, "No more questions, Di Angelo! Sleep, and when you awaken, explore. That is all." And with that, she left.

I decided to look for a shower. I didn't mind wearing my clothes again after showering, but I needed to shower. I walked down the hall, and opened a door on the right. Inside a man was on his hands and knees. He looked transparent, so did the blood gushing from a wound on his chest. He screamed, quietly, then turned his head, slowly, to look at me. He screamed, and tried to crawl towards me!

I backed up, and slammed the door. The screaming stopped, and everything was silent. As if nothing had happened. My heart was pounding. I was used to ghosts trying to crawl to me for mercy, or begging me to let them live or whatever, but this was different. I wasn't in the Underworld. At least, I don't think so. . . . .