Memories started to flood back to me. I was alone, on a small island. I had no idea how I had gotten there. The last thing I remember was some blonde girl, whose name I think starts with A, kiss me, wishing me good luck. And then I exploded something. The next thing I knew I was here, wherever here was.

I could see land off in the distance somewhere. I figured somewhere was better than nowhere, so I began swimming, hoping to find answers wherever I ended up. Luckily for me, my father was Poseidon, god of the sea, so I could breathe underwater and control the currents.

I washed up on some sandy shore someplace very warm. I saw that I was alone, but there were many people a ways down the beach. I started to walk towards them.

Florida. I had washed up on the shores of Florida. Last I knew I was somewhere in a mountain connected to the Labyrinth. I figured I had no way to get transportation back to New York, so I prayed for help from my father and got back in the water. I willed the currents to push me all the way to New York, and was somehow on my way.

I had spent a night in Georgia. I was exhausted. The gods must have taken pity on me because somehow I ended up in New York a few days later and had barely fought any monsters.

I washed up on a beach. I recognized it instantly, Montauk the beach my mom would always take me too for vacations. I thought I must have been hallucinating because I thought I saw her as I walked towards the parking lot. Sure enough, it was her. She was with Paul, her boyfriend. I ran up to them.

I had been so confused and lonely these past few days, and it felt great to see her again, I had missed her so much. It was slightly unnerving, however, when she gave me a disapproving stare when I stepped in front of her.

I was a little bewildered, but that didn't stop me from exclaiming loudly to her and wrapping her in a tight embrace. "Mom!"

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"Mom! I'm back! Sorry I left but..." She cut me off.

"Um, I'm sorry," she said. "But do I know you?"

Okay, now I was really confused.

"Mom, it's me, Percy," I stated. She gave me a blank stare then seemed to get mad when I said I was Percy.

"My son Percy died a year ago. Who are you?"

"Mom," I whispered. "Mom I-It's me!" My voice began to rise. "What are you talking about I'm your son! This is not funny!"

She seemed concerned. "Can I help you find someone?" She asked in a soft voice.

I just stared at her. This had to be some sort of prank, right? But the expression on her face told me otherwise. She really did not know who I was.

I turned and ran the other way before her or Paul could see me cry

I started to run with one thing in mind: Camp. I need answers.