" And there, shimmering in the Mist right next to us, was the last person I wanted to see: Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. " Do you mind?" Where's Chiron!" I shouted.How rude." Mr. D took a swig from a jug of grape juice. " Is that how you say hello?" Hello," I amended. " We're about to die! Where's Chiron? "