I threw one arm around Hazel and one arm around Frank. "Come on," I said. "Let me introduce you to my other family."

Frank whitens visibly, but Hazel does a little skip and gushes, "Ooh, I can't wait!"

I laugh at Frank's expression. "But first, we need to find something blue."

"What?" both my friends ask at once.

"Big too. Something they can see from the ship. Like a blanket or something. Any ideas?" I look back and forth between them.

Hazel thinks for a moment. "I think Octavian has a blue cape in the amphitheater, but…"

"Perfect!" I interrupt. If I get to tick Octavian off in the deal, all the better. Grinning madly, I start dragging Frank and Hazel towards the stone-columned place where our esteemed prophecy man does his stuffed animal killing. My companions look kinda terrified. I'm not sure if it's of Octavian's wrath or my newfound craziness. We end up walking directly away from the oncoming warship, and I frequently glance over my shoulder at it. Unfortunately, I can't see anybody from this distance, let alone Annabeth.

Luckily, we don't have to spend too much time searching for Octavian's blue cape. It is right there on top of some other stuff (like dead teddy bears and other Pillow-Pets that are no longer Pillow-Pets) in a nice trunk outside the columned plaza. I pull it out and hold it up. Yep, this will work.

"You guys go on without me," I tell Frank and Hazel. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Don't let the Romans attack, okay? Whatever you do." I have already started running when Hazel calls after me.

"Wha-? Where are you going?"

"Trust me! I'll be right back!"

"Percy!"

"Go!" And then I am too far to hear if she responded.

I run for the building where Reyna has her almighty praetor office space, and slam through the back door. I don't know my way around very well, but I still manage to find the staircase without crashing through the entire place. Mounting the stairs two at a time, I run up and up and up until I reach the door that must lead to the attic. I barrel through, search for a way to the roof, find it, and scramble to it. I pull open the small hatch, and then attempt to maneuver my six foot odd body through it and onto the roof. Finally out, I stand up warily and tie Octavian's blue cape to the flagpole atop the house.

As I climb back into the house, jump down the stairs, and run for the mass of Romans surrounding the now landed warship, I think to myself that everything will be okay now. She will get it. She will know I've regained my memories. She will understand the blue…