Marcy Pov! (A/N for those of you who don't know Marcy go to my profile and my other story, the Curse of Nyx!)

It all started with the Stolls. Gods, I really just hate them sometimes.

They were daring Nico to do something-like challenge the whole Ares cabin to a fight or something stupid. But Nico's technically not interested in dying at 13, so he refused. Then Clarisse came over and started making chicken noises-and we all know how that turns out. Nico summoned a bunch of skeletons, but I know he really didn't want to hurt anyone, so he stormed down Half-Blood Hill. I tried to keep up wit him as he ran straight down the hill.

"Hey," I said, "What's up?"

"Stolls and their stupid dares." He grumbled under his breath.

"Where are you going Nico? Come on!" I tugged at his arm, but suddenly we were at a different place-tall buildings and streets full of people and cars.

"Where are we, Marcy?"

I involuntarily shadow traveled. Oops.

"We're in New York City. Now come on Nico-"

"What is that?"

"What?" I looked to where he was gazing. A l963s blue police box was sitting on an empty street corner, hidden in the shadows.

"Come on, Let's go check it out!" Nico said as he ran towards it.

Typical Nico.

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As we stood outside the police box, I noticed something.

There was some sort of strange vibration coming from the box, almost like… It hit me. The box was saying hello.

Hello? I tentatively called out in my head.

Why, Hello! It replied cheerfully. I'm the TARDIS.

What?

Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. Do you want to have a look inside?

"Um, sure…" I said, not realizing I said it out loud.

"Marcy, what? Whoa, come look in here!" Nico said as the doors flipped open and we walked inside.

The Doctor is always looking for new companions said the box.

What? I asked again in my thoughts.

But soon I forgot I was talking to the…TARDIS.

The box was… bigger on the inside. It was huge, with a large control room and hallways leading to everywhere and a swimming pool and a library and-whoa. Information overload.

"Well this is…interesting. Now, um, Nico."

Just then we heard the footsteps outside.

We quickly hid, squished by boxes and chests of who-knows-what, when I noticed something.

Nico had wrote in Sharpe, "Nico wuz here" on the wall real big.

"You idiot!" I muttered.

"What?" he asked, and I pointed.

"Oh, sorry."

"You'd better be."

The door unlocked as I concealed us in the shadows.

A man with a blue tie and long brown jacket with trainers stepped in.

Uh-oh.