A/N: Bonus chapter! Thanks to I think AO3 user Nico for getting me to think about writing this.

One moment you and your boyfriend are happily strolling around in New Orleans and the next you are lost. Absolute bollocks.

I was wandering around the back allies, which was not good for a multitude of reasons. It was potentially dangerous and I would probably have to explain to Dionysus how I got there. Perhaps Will had already called for a search party. In the meantime, I'd just try to get back to the city centre.

On my left, there was a small, gloomy graveyard. It looked peaceful, for the most part.

I stopped when I saw someone was in it. Someone who didn't look quite dead, but not entirely alive either. He looked up and saw me.

We stared at each other for a few moments, before I took a few steps to the entrance of the graveyard. 'May I?' I asked. The young man, who seemed slightly older than me, nodded, and I stepped in.

'Hello.'

'Hello to you too.' He studied me for a moment. 'You reek of death, but not of Duat,' he stated.

I raised my eyebrows. 'I come from Haides.'

'Ah-ha!'

'So… are you Walt Stone, ergo Anubis?'

'You seem up-to-date. You must be Nico di Angelo, son of Hades.'

'Indeed.'

We shook hands. Why, one moment you are lost, the next you meet a fellow death magician.

We sat down against an empty headstone. In front of us, there were a few New Orleans ghosts hanging around. They looked like they were from a multitude of cultures.

Walt-Anubis looked at his fingers. 'You are a friend of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase and the like.'

I nodded. 'Yes.'

'My girlfriend is Sadie Kane, sister of Carter Kane, the two magicians who met those two Greek demigods before.'

'Yes.'

'And that is how I heard about you.'

'Same here.'

'Glad we are on the same page.'

I nodded, with a smile. 'Tell me, how are the dead in Duat?'

Walt shrugged. 'Magic hasn't been difficult, which usually means things are fine down there. I was here to examine the dead in New Orleans. You probably know it's a melting pot here, and spirits tend to go everywhere and nowhere.' I nodded. 'So that. how's death going in Haides?'

'In Haides everything is going as wrong as it always does. It is just too busy. We probably need new infrastructure again.'

Walt-Anubis snickered. 'Less so in the Egyptian underworld. Not a lot of people are willing to go through all the funeral rites, or they did them wrong.'

'May I say that I understand that? Sorry.'

Walt-Anubis shrugged. 'As Walt I understand you. As Anubis, I take it as a huge insult. So it's fifty-fifty.' He grinned and I snickered.

'Perhaps they should make an overbooking regulation of sorts. Like, too many souls in Haides and Helheim? We'll send them to Duat. For demigods it would be a disaster, but it wouldn't cause harm to mortals. They usually don't know the difference between afterlifes anyway.'

Walt-Anubis slowly shrugged. 'I think that's too difficult for Duat, due to all the required rites. But with other afterlifes that could surely be a possibility.'

He saw the possibility. Him being Anubis and all, that meant something. 'That would then be yet another change in the divine world,' I mused.

Walt looked at me for a moment. 'You noticed it too? There are a lot of those these days.'

'That's actually not bad, I think. If everything is changing at once, everything can fall into place at once as well. Then this is just a transit era in the divine world.'

'Hm.'

'Hm indeed.'

Walt-Anubis nodded. We looked around the small graveyard and at the ghosts, who were frolicking and dancing.

'They look so happy,' I told Walt-Anubis. 'I don't think roaming ghosts would be happy if they were meant for Haides. Those are usually lethargic.'

Walt-Anubis slowly shrugged. 'There isn't one way for an Egyptian ghost to be a ghost,' he explained. 'Some are happy, others are depressed.'

'Just like people.'

He nodded. We looked at each other and instantly understood. 'You are in the gloom too?' I asked.

'Funny way to say it, but yes. My physical ailments got better after Walt merged with Anubis. Have you heard about the curse?'

'The tutankhamun curse? Where you, eh…'

'You are slated to die early? That one. Once that was out of the way, on one hand, I felt relieved. On the other hand, there was suddenly all this life before me, and I didn't really know what to do with it. I never expected to get this far.' He slowly shook his head. 'I just don't know where to start. Luckily, the others at the nome have been helping me. First do high school, then college, follow the path of Anybis on the side, we'll see. And following the path of Anubis means I at least have a goal.'

I nodded. 'Sounds weird, not knowing what life has in store, because you never thought you'd life that long.'

'That's it. Now you explain about your gloom.'

'This is going to sound weird, but my gloom is more... regular. I mean, most mortals would be shocked and have anxiety and PTSD after two wars too, maybe even more so than halfbloods. It just doesn't help I've got an aptitude for depression. I have been working on that, actually.' I paused for a second. 'I don't hear the words for the ailments often. I think my therapist legally can't use them. That, or he dislikes them. He seems to cure me based on divine talking, or something.' I had long since stopped questioning Dionysus' methods. It worked, that was important. Analysing the god of madness would probably just lead to more madness.

'...Ah-ha.'

'He is a god, by the way, my therapist.'

'...Double ah-ha.'

'You are a god, what are you ah-ha'ing about?'

Walt-Anubis chuckled. 'It's different, really it is.'

'Yeah, yeah.'

One of the souls fell to the ground. Their body turned green and disappeared. Walt-Anubis and I jumped up, but it didn't seem to bother the other ghosts.

Walt-Anubis raised his eyebrows. 'I think I'll go see what that means.'

'You do that,' I said with a nod. 'Please tell me once you find out, but I won't disturb your magic. And, eh, can you tell me where the city centre is?'

'Keep walking in the direction you were going in. Turn left when you start seeing bus stops. That way.'

'Alright.' I'd find it, at some point, hopefully

Walt pushed a little card into my hand. 'Here. Phone number, so that we can talk about life, death and mental health some more.'

I snickered. 'Will do.'

He turned to his ghosts, before looking over his shoulder. 'You should try limoons with me. It is a summer drink, I like it.'

'I will keep you to that promise,' I answered, while standing in front of the exit. He nodded. I nodded back, before I stepped out.

The noise of the dead, which you hardly notice until it's gone, ebbed away as I walked further. Now I would not only have to explain to Dionysus why I was in a side alley in New Orleans, but also why I met a death deity there. You gotta keep it interesting, I guess.

A/N: I kinda just googled 'Egyptian drinks' and went with it. My polite apologies if it is inaccurate.

Also I will be writing another extra chapter with Nico and Thalia, stay tuned.