Jeremy blinked. He was sitting beside a swamp. Green slime covered the murky water. Cold clammy fog tickled his face.

Jeremy had just traveled back in time three thousand years. He didn't look any different. He was still wearing his jeans and runners. He didn't feel any different. Except that he was stiff and cold.
He looked around for Aristotle. The cat was sitting on a mossy log, washing his fur.

"The Underworld sure is foggy," said Jeremy.

Aristotle stopped licking. "We aren't in the Underworld yet." He flicked his tail. "You better check the map."

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Excerpted from Jeremy in the Underworld by Becky Citra
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