by Actually.A.Herondale » Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:56 am
*time skip*
the Feild of Punishments was empty of any cure, and by the time they got out of that part of the Underworld, Phil was dragging his feet and half asleep. the asprin had worn off, and his head hurt, along with his nose, and the bruises from the hellhound.
"I can't go much further without sleep....i can get me and Weasel across the Styx while the rest of you take the ferry, but chances are, i'll pass out after that....or at least be useless for a while...but we can't spend the night in the Underworld...or, you guys can't unless your dead. i can...." he yawned.