It was late afternoon by the time Nephthys found it in her to actually get up and leave the penthouse, looking perhaps just a tad worse for wear due to the trouble she'd been having sleeping over the past few nights. The air was just beginning to cool, and the strip starting to come to life as she had a car pulled around. The look on the driver's face was amusing when she explained she wanted to go to a funeral home, and the drive way too long - the Strip was never easy to navigate.
Eventually they arrived - she'd chosen to drop in rather than call if only to make sure she could find what she needed- the phone was all to easy to avoid. Directing the driver to stay precisely where he was, Nephthys left the back seat and stepped out into the desert air, stepping up to the door of the home Hades and Persephone shared, and rang the bell.