Annabeth woke up to the sound of birds. It was a beautiful morning. She glanced outside her window to see the beautiful city of New Rome. The terraced gardens, the fountains and temples, the winding cobblestone streets and gleaming white villas. Annabeth vividly remembered the morning 45 years ago when the Argo II had landed in the middle of the city.

Annabeth did her morning routine. Despite being a 62-year old woman, Annabeth had promised herself to do at least one hour of sword fighting every morning. Some days she did them with her children, other days it was with an aspiring child of Rome. Before she made it past her villa, a mailman had a special delivery for her. A letter. Now, Annabeth received urgent letters often. Her mother Athena made it a habit to write to her, but Annabeth had noticed that the man wasn't Hermes, the messenger god who took care of the god's letters. Annabeth thanked the mailman and headed back inside.

She tore open the letter to find it from her old friend, son of Jupiter, Jason Grace. She hadn't talked to him in years. Annabeth's mind searched for a reason that he would contact her. Finally she read letter:

"Hey Annabeth,
I know we haven't talked in many months, but I was hoping that we would reunite once again. I have business in New Rome the upcoming Tuesday and I was hoping to stop by for some tea at the Jackson household, and catch up on the time we spent apart.
Can't wait to see you again

Love,
Jason Grace"

Tuesday. Annabeth thought. That's tomorrow.