Percy was trying to stay calm, He really was to the point his two arms he had wrapped around his new friends Hazel and Franks shoulders were tensed up so tight Frank had made several comments such as 'What are you so nervous about? Afraid she found someone else?". This made his stomach start to turn and as the boat came into view and the rest of the Romans were swarming around he made it an effort to stay calm and under control best he could. He dropped his arms from his friends shoulders and started his way through the Romans. Pushing aside a few by accident but not stopping to say an apology to the campers who could probably use him as a kickball. The only reason was the only thing on his mind was her, her gray eyes, her blonde princess curls, her voice, anything he could remember about her was filling his mind and making his heart race faster than Arion. A few mumbles slipped from the annoyed campers lips as their enemies, the Greeks slowly edged themselves off of their boat and onto the Romans territory. Everything was silent until a familiar boy's sandy blonde hair filled into sight and an eruption of different Irish whispers broke out from the crowd of campers that were once so silent a pin could be heard dropping. One voice stood out from the rest of them though, their Praetor of the Twelfth Legion was now running through the campers and over to Jason, her arms wrapping around his neck and it made Percy who had now stopped at the head of the crowd stop and stare for a moment, along with the rest of the Romans who had never seen Reyna do anything but let her dogs tear your face from your scalp. That wasn't important though to Percy, what was important was finding his Wise-Girl and as soon as possible. His eyes were scanning over faces that should have been familiar to him but were lost in all the confusion Hera had left him with and it was driving him off the walls. What if she was mad at him for leaving and didn't come? She could have easily stayed at the camp. His eyes froze at the end of the line of Greeks, What if Franks joke had been true and she found someone who would stay. Percy swallowed hard as a girl with striking black hair made her way over to him, by the look on her face he couldn't tell if he was about to die or have a reunion with an old friend. She looked familiar to him, very familiar and it itched at his brain for a name to match her face until she spoke. "Well, Well. Looks like you survived...I owe one of the Huntresses a few drachmas." The girl smirked at him and suddenly a name clicked into his thoughts, "Thalia?" he questioned, already knowing. "No, Kelp-face it's -" she froze from her cocky comment and stared at him. Jason had been correct, They had both lost their memories. She coughed slightly and nodded slowly about to speak again when his sea-green eyes met her electric blue. "Where's Annabeth?"