"Common knowledge ain't that common, my momma says." That's not exactly the phrase, but close enough. Dixon doesn't want to dig his heels in about Greek history; his knowledge of it is incredibly limited. They spent a lot more time on the Bible where he went to school.

"Maybe thirty-something. Folks keep popping in and out. Hang on, I got a list." He goes digging through the handbag he's carrying around and pulls out a comic book. On the inside cover, between the margins and the blurb catching the reader up on what happened in previous issues, Dixon's been keeping a running list of everyone in camp. Most of them have (misspelled) names, some have just vague descriptions, and most have a series of check marks beside them. Each night, when Dixon meanders around the camp, he makes a note of who's still around and who's been sucked up into the mirror network. He pulls out a pen and writes Hercules' name in, under "U-Haul" and "Kevin the Vampire".

"Might want to check it over, see if you know anyone."