Flying was dangerous for the son of Poseidon. So when Annabeth begged me to go on a plane trip with her to some of the world's greatest architectural sites, I was hesitant to go. Of course, her begging and a ton of kisses finally convinced me that maybe I wouldn't get blown out of the sky. Besides, I would pretty much do anything for Annabeth.

When we got on the plane, after several weeks of planning and packing, I was feeling pretty nervous about the whole thing. But there was no way I was gonna back down now. C'mon, Percy, you've fought monsters scarier than being blown out of the sky by an all mighty sky god, get your stuff together, I thought. So I sat down in my seat. Of course Annabeth took the window.

It was an overnight flight. So I slept most of the time, or at least tried to anyway. With the fact that you could get thrown from the sky any minute sort of kept me awake. For some reason, Annabeth couldn't sleep either. I imagined it was because she was too excited about seeing her favorite architecture. Still, she seemed restless.

All she did the whole flight was stare out the window. I don't know what was so intriguing to her. I didn't see how being thousands of feet up in the air was fun. Maybe it was the way you could see all the buildings and highways and cars that she liked looking at so much. Maybe it was the lights that seemed to be floating in the dark sky. But I didn't disturb her.

About half way through the trip, Annabeth said something, "It's so scary."

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. I didn't say anything. Instead I just squeezed her hand back, to let her know I was there.

It's so scary. That's what she said. I had no idea what she meant. I will probably never find out.