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❝ᴏʜ! ᴅᴇᴀʀ ɢᴏᴅs❞
ミ⚀⚁⚂⚃⚄⚅ I GOT A suddendizzy feeling. We weren't going down anymore, but forward. The air turned misty. Spirits around me started changing shape. Their modern clothes flickered, turning into gray hooded robes. The floor of the elevator began swaying.
I blinked hard. When I opened my eyes, Charon's creamy Italian suit had been replaced by a long black robe. His tortoiseshell glasses were gone. Where his eyes should've been were empty sockets, like Ares's eyes, except Charon's were totally dark, full of night and death and despair.
He saw me looking. "Well?" He asked. "Nothing," I managed. I thought he was grinning, but that wasn't it. The flesh of his face was becoming transparent, letting me see straight through to his skull.
The floor kept swaying. "I think I'm getting seasick." Grover said. When I blinked again, the elevator wasn't an elevator anymore. We were standing in a wooden barge. Charon was poling us across a dark, oily river, swirling with bones, dead fish, and other, stranger things, plastic dolls, crushed car nations, soggy diplomas with gilt edges.
"The River Styx. It's so..." Annabeth muttered. "Polluted." Charon said. "For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across, hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me."
