The Gates of Olympus… This is where the...

The Gates of Olympus… This is where they would come to talk, your father and my husband. It was their little hideaway. I’ve seen them a lot over the years. I remember back when Zeus first hired us to do security, this exhibit was purely a cover; all these statues and vases just so he could hide his artifact in plain sight. But after a few years, I think he really started to take pride in this place. I respected the work he did here... (Regretfully) I never told him that. People think my husband was trying to take over the museum, but it was actually Zeus that wanted us to buy it. He opposed the sale in meetings to maintain appearances, of course, but he knew that if the museum was set on selling, then Cerberus was the only option. The gods must retain control of the gates. (Reminiscing) Do you remember when we first crossed over? Zeus said one day, when we were ready, we would all meet back at the gates. And then my husband said… See you all in a week. I always appreciated his sense of humor… Well, I have to say, after today I am definitely ready to go home. (Pondering) I wonder if that’s even possible anymore. Supposedly, it leads to the Underworld, too. Although Pluto would never dream of going back. He loved it here... You know, a few months into my human life, I hated it. One morning I stormed up to Pluto and said today was the day: I was ready to go back. Pluto thought about that for a moment, and then he said: “When Zeus told us we would go home when we were ready, he didn’t mean when we were tired; he meant when we were changed.” (Smiling) There was a lot wrong with Pluto, but every now and then… Anyway, that might be my favorite memory of him now.

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