"Come come now dear, don't be shy. The rest of your lot just arrived as well. Did you find the place all right? I hope it wasn't to difficult to reach." Hades (presumably) said.

"Um... sir?" I asked quietly.

"Yes darling." he said still rushing me forward, down a corridor that was getting quite narrow.

"Who exactly would you be?" I asked quieter than I ever imagined I could be. That threw the man for a loop. He turned so fast I almost crashed into him.

"You don't know who I am?" I shook my head, "I am..." he straightened himself, " Lord of the Dead, Brother of Zeus, and Protector of those who escape death." he finished with jazz hands. I was confused (but at least I was right). How am I talking to Hades. That would mean that I'm dead. I can't be dead.

"I'm not dead." I guess I had said it out loud too. I looked up at Hades. His eyes were a light brown and had a little twinkle in them. 

"No dear you aren't. But before I explain, come sit at the table. Persephone made dinner for us all." Lord Hades said gently, as if explaining would cause me to shatter.

Who would have guessed he was right?