"I rose on still unsteady legs to walk over and shake Mr. Grave's hand. The doctor simply stared over my head, seeming to notice neither my hand, nor me standing there in front of him. This was explained when Frank said to me scornfully, a second later, "He can't see you. He's " "Oh," I said, feeling mortified. I hadn't noticed until that point that Mr. Grave's eyes had a milky-white sheen to them, and that he'd never once looked directly at anyone who was speaking. "I'm so sorry." "Don't be," Mr. Graves said, managing to find my hand anyway and give it a squeeze. "It's not your fault." "Actually, it could have been," Frank said. "It was a Fury that-" "Frank, the young lady said she'd like to see the captain. Why don't you go fetch him?" Mr. Graves snapped. To me, he said, "Miss Oliviera, I do apologize. It's been quite some time since these fellows have been in the company of a young lady." "Speak for yourself, old man," Frank said. He came to his feet with sudden alacrity. "Why don't I just take her to the captain?" "I hardly think a good idea," Mr. Liu muttered, into his teacup. "His orders were if she showed up, we were to bring her straight to him," Frank said. Mr. Graves's face expressed the exact dismay I felt upon being reminded of this. "Just go and fetch the captain, Frank. Or young Henry can do it." " " Henry cried, looking stricken. "I don't want to go down there. All those dead people. And I'm the one who always gets stuck handing out the blankets-" "It's not important," I said quickly. Blankets? What blankets? What on earth as Henry talking about? "I'll just wait until John comes back-" "See?" Henry looked triumphant. "I told you. She's not the one." "It doesn't matter," Frank said, impatiently. "Either way, we're stick with her." This wasn't a very nice thing to hear about yourself-that people thought of you as someone they were stuck with. Not that I hadn't been thinking the very same thing about them...and not that I didn't share Henry's fear that I wasn't Queen-of-the-Underworld material."