By the time Bianca had made it back to Camp Half Blood, she was sweaty, stinky, dusty and pretty close to dead. However, as she hugged her eleven year old little brother close to her, she felt perfectly fine. She could care less about how clean she was, how she smelled, or the fact that she had almost been a pancake under a metal giant.

"Nico." She sobbed out, holding his head close to hers. She wasnt very much taller than him.

"Bianca." Nico replied. That was all they needed. They both softly cried. They had been through so much together. And now she had almost dies. But she was back with her little brother. Safe with him and Camp Half Blood.

Chiron cleared his throat. "Children," he started. Bianca and Nico broke apart, looking respectfully towards the centaur. "we have matters to discuss. Nico, if you could?" He gestured to ward the door.

Nico glanced worridly at Bianca. Its okay, Dhe mouthed, then glanced at the door, a signal for him to step outside.

Once Nico left, Bianca turned toward Chiron. "What do we need to speak of, sir?" Bianca asked, in a professional manner. She couldnt help wanting to make the centaur proud of her.

"We need to talk about Nico and some of his... Abilities." The centaur responded carefully. He made sure to cgoose the right words. "Hes been causing a few complications, here at camp. Nothing he can control, of course. At least not yet."

"What has he been doing?" Bianca gad acted as Nicos mother for most of their lives. She couldnt help the instinct inside her to pull Nico by the ear, ranting to him about being a good kid.

"Well, Nico has been opening cracks. Cracks to the Underworld. People have been falling down them since you left.

As soon as Chiron said this, Vianca heard a giant CRACK.
Bianca glanced at the door.

"As you can see, it happens when he gets excited...or nervous...or hungry...or most emotions actually."

Nico walked in timidly. "So, someone put a crack in your floor..."