It was morning when he woke up. Everything was quiet and still, and the bed sheets around him were warm. There was nothing out of place, yet he felt something creep along his spine.

It was morning.

Morning is the sobering feeling of understanding your mistakes the day before. Jason knew that very well.

Jason's phone exploded with messages from Percy and Leo in the middle of the day.

Ocean Boi

Dude, you okay

xFirexBenderx

Yeah, you were pretty out of shape last night

He frowned, nose crinkling as his glasses slid down. Pushing it up, he hurriedly texted back.

Blonde Superman

Yeah, I'm fine, what did I do last night?

No reply came and he pushed his phone back into his pocket. Strange, he thought.

He took a step onto the platform, hands trying to find something to busy himself with. His phone rang and he picked it up. "Hello," he said, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears. "Where are you, Jason?" Hazel asked. "Mount Vernon Station." He could hear the unease in her voice as she questioned,"Why are you there?" His eyes locked onto the form of a girl who stood next to him, her eyes staring forward. Her bright orange hair was pulled into a ponytail and she wore a loose red scarf. "I felt like I have to be here." And he ended the call, the sound of static filling his ears as the train pulled up. His feet left the platform and he was jostled in with the rest.

Finding a seat wasn't hard, yet it was next to her. When he sat, she immediately looked up and locked eyes with him. "Hi," he found himself saying. Her eyes crinkled and Jason swore he saw stars in her eyes. "Hi," she said back. "Where are you heading to?" "Montauk, New York." She smiled,"Me too. I know this might sound strange but I feel like I've meet you somewhere before."

He nodded,"Nah, it's not weird. But I'm sure I wouldn't forget someone as beautiful as you." He blushed as the words escaped his mouth and her laugh tickled him silly. He decided he liked her laugh the most.

"You too, hotshot." They fell into a comfortable silence.

As they neared the station, she stood up, motioning for him to stand as well. "Maybe we can meet up again later," she said as she handed him a piece of paper. She fluttered away and Jason found himself alone on the station, before making his way to wherever his legs would take him.

His legs took him to a beach. Sand, he really hated sand as he grumbled. The cold of the winter sneaking into his bones. "I'm too old for this," he grumbled before stumbling along, the harsh breeze nipping his ears. He honestly wondered what had drove him to go all the way over there. Hazels and the others must be worried sick. He crossed the large expanse of sand and neared a small set of stairs. The whole beach was empty and even the seagulls weren't out and about. The ocean roared and his hand started itching for a pen. Pulling one out of his pocket, he found his small worn out notebook and noticed more than half the pages were torn out.

Confused, he soured his brain for any event that had him ripping them out so harshly. The pages left behind were ragged and rubbing his hand on it, he could feel the anger radiate from them. His mind went back to that morning and the texts from Leo and Percy. What did he do last night? He remembered going to sleep early, his glasses being perched on the bedside drawer.

Nothing stood out of place, and a figure came from the corners of his eyes. It was the girl on the train, he hadn't gotten her name yet. He waved, catching her attention, as he ran up. "Hey, funny seeing you again so soon," he said Her solemn face turned into a grin so wide, he swore it must have hurt. "Hey, blondie," she joked. "So what'cha doing?" He tilted his head in thought before answering,"Trying to find something." She smiled softly,"Me too." The sky started dimming and she turned to him,"Want to get dinner? It's getting pretty late." He allowed himself to be pulled towards a diner, and for some reason, her hand in his felt familiar.

Dinner was filled with laughter and questions. Her favorite color was dark green, she had a pet dog, and she dyed her hair once every year. He liked comic books ("Superman, she joked), he worked as an editor for a publishing company. But for some reason, every new thing he learned felt like home to him.

When he got home, it was already 3 in the morning. Pulling the sheets over himself, he dreamt of bright orange hair and soft laughter.