Annabeth sighed. The rain fell gently on her hair, dripping down her back. Everything reminded her of the dull ache in her chest. It had appeared the morning she realised that Percy was missing. The ache felt like a rusted sword had pierced her heart. The edges where raw. Everything reminded her of the hole in her chest that Percy had left her in his absence. The rain reminded her of him. The gentle way that he caressed her hair as they had relaxed in their own personal air bubble. It reminded her of the way he loved to dance in the rain. Times when he would pull her from her nice, dry cabin and slow dance with her beside the lake. When his hands would rest gently on her waist as they spun. The slight blue tinge to the water reminded her of his food. The many breakfasts that she had shared with Percy and his mum, in their apartment. Sally had always dyed their waffles blue. It reminded her of the blue birthday cupcake she and Percy had shared on his sixteenth birthday, the way he had kissed her. Their first kiss. When it rained she was reminded of his ability to stay dry. She was reminded of when he had come out of the water under the St Louis arch on their first quest. To her the rain showed her that even when he was, potentially, miles away, she could still see him in her life as if he was right there beside her, caressing her hair and smiling at her.