Read by Greg Page
Heard his ‘eartbeat before I saw him and yeah I was excited but I was also like; ay up, a live one. What fun ‘n games we got now? Immortal? Hero? Or just someone badly lost?
It had been a while. The longest while. I’d figured ‘em all dead; that I’d long taken my last boat-load over. But why would I still be here? So maybes they’re all immortal now - one of Zeus’ millennial whims, some bizarre pact between him and a wronged lover or summat. But I’d have heard somethin’. Hades would’ve been over in a flash to sort that shit out.
Maybes there’s another way over my river, or under it, or around it that I don’t know about. Or perhaps they’ve all buggered off to Elysium. I even wondered if there was anyone left over t’other side; tempted more than once to row over and have a look. But, nah; if I was supposed to know, I’d know, and I’ve been stuck here thousands o’ years, what’s a few more? I ain’t interested in nowhere else to live.