Percy heaved a long-suffering sigh and rolled his eyes. "Maybe later. We're almost at the village."
He knew that Oliver wouldn't stop asking him to sing until he finally gave in, but Percy wanted to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible.
"I suppose you could say she's dead..." Percy said very seriously. "There were many who died during the monster attack. They suffered and died and... this is a very depressing subject! When people die here, they don't die die, they simply return to their lives in the real world. I'm not completely sure how that is so, but Fred and George have a better grasp of the magic, you may ask them. But some people leave the village by dying, and other simply... disappear as mysteriously as they arrive."
Just as Percy finished his sentence, they broke through the forest and the rubbled remains of the village spread out before them. "Welcome to your new home," he said, sarcastically.