"Percy, look at this one. I like the colors." Annabeth pondered, pointing to a fairly cheap sofa from Ikea.
"Percy?" She said, turning around. The daughter of Athena muttered, shaking her head, "Where in the name of the gods could you have wondered to now!"
"Percy? Percy?! Where are you?!" Starting to get frantic, she searched up and down the aisles. Up and down, up and down, up and down, all while muttering to herself, "No, no, not again. I can't lose him, again. Not again. No."
How long had she been looking? She couldn't say. However, when she went to the front desk for help, she saw the time. 11:50 P.M.. The store closed at 9:00 P.M..
"Oh gods."
"Ma'am?" A voice said. She turned around to see a young man, not much older then herself, standing next to Percy.
"Oh thank the gods you're-"
The man handed her a yellow shirt.
"What's-"
"Welcome aboard."