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A/N: Since I've been such a noob of an updater to the readers of this story, here's a present to anyone who's still out there, reading this. I'm so sorry for the long waits, but I'm going to try updating more frequently. I'm already working on the next chapter, so hold on a little longer, please.

October 13th update: Oops! Not a real update, but the chapters were kind of out of order, and apparently anyone who tried to get to this chapter via email alert couldn't get to this, and were instead directed to a presently non-existent "Chapter 3." I hope this will work now.

The plan wasn't supposed to work out like this.

Leo placed his old, wrinkled hands atop his windowsill, looking wistfully out at the city before him: a city in a world that was not his.

He stared out at the ethereal landscape, still unfamiliar even after living in it for many decades. No, he thought. The numerous years of nearly never leaving his empty apartment couldn't really be considered "living," could it?

He caught a falling tear with his finger, grinning wryly at the tragically beautiful droplet, and then flicking it away.

Leo leaned out the window slightly, his face turned to the sky.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it, guys?" Leo whispered up to the vast, bright blue. As if it were for him, the city went silent for just one moment. For one moment, gone were the indistinct chatterings of the civilians below, and the bustling of transportation, and all the other sounds that Leo had once found lively and fun. As this occurred, a gentle breeze floated in through the window, filling the ever-desolate room with an intangible something. It was cool, as it was warm. It was smiling. Leo slowly smiled back at the breeze, before the city's activities resumed, and the breeze was swept away with it.

"Ah," Leo said, "I hope I'll see you again soon. I figured...it's almost my time now."


Nothing could ease the sadness of the irreplaceable years that Leo had lost. He still remembered that driving rush of excitement as he flew down to New York on Festus, with Calypso in tow. That was before he realized the time he had lost.

Camp Half-Blood was gone. The site was completely abandoned, as if the entirety of the camp decided to pack up everything and leave, like the Roanoke settlement. When he had at last found another demigod living within the city, the man informed him that Camp Half-Blood was indeed gone. It had relocated, and was now under a new name.

"And-and what about the Seven? Where are they?" Leo asked nervously, his legs beginning to shake beneath him. Calypso, beside him, wore an expression of regret and guilt, seeming to have a realization. Leo remembered clearly how the man responded.

"The Seven?" replied the man incredulously with a loud chuckle, "Oh, I grew up hearing their stories when I was a kid! Each night, I would ask my mother to tell me about those seven heroes. Their adventures were my favorite fairy tales to hear when I was young."

Fairy...tales? He felt needles of pain pierce every inch of his skin. With hot tears blinding his vision, Leo stumbled away and ran, screaming out in denial.

"Leo!" Calypso cried out, reaching for him. When she tried to run after him, she suddenly crumpled to the ground, racking with sobs. "It's all my fault!" she exclaimed in agony, clenching one fist, and using the other to wipe away the tears.

"It's all my fault."


Poor Calypso didn't last long either. After a few days in New York, with the two of them still coping the loss of all their friends, Calypso's immortality. From living on Ogygia for so many years, all of her life slipped away from her at once. Leo could do nothing but watch in pain as the only remaining happiness in his life was engulfed in a golden glow, and slowly faded away.

"Calypso!" Leo clung desperately to her arm, "Don't leave, please don't leave."

He begged like a child for her to stay.

Mournful eyes observed him as her body grew increasingly transparent.

"Leo, I'm sorry. This is my fault. If you hadn't gone back to the island-no. If you hadn't met me in the first place, then-"

"Don't you ever say that!" Leo yelled angrily, "You-you have made me feel so happy and loved, Calypso. I won't ever be able to thank you enough for what you gave me. So, please, just stay so I can at least try to make it up to you!"

"It's so unfair," Calypso said with a melancholy smile, ignoring Leo, "I should be the one left behind. I would do anything to let you reunite with your friends. Why am I not the one being left behind?"

"Calypso!" Leo wept, wrapping his arms around her now nearly intangible form.

"At least I can go knowing that you can keep living," Calypso continued, tears coating her cheeks, "So live on, Leo. I'll miss you. I love you."

At last, his arms held nothing but air, and the light disappeared along with her, along with everyone else.

Leo plead, "Please...don't leave."


It's been 84 years (A/N: Oops, Titanic reference?) since he first arrived back in New York. Leo laid down on his bed near the window, leaving the window open so that he may be in the light during his final moments. Warmth flooded through his frail body.

"Aha, I guess this is it, guys," Leo remarked with a tinkle of a laughter in his voice, as his eyes began to droop. "I swear, if you guys aren't here by the time I wake up…!" He laughed once more, "Jason...Piper...Annabeth...Hazel...Frank...Percy...Calypso...everyone. Mom. Thank you for everything. I love you all. See you soon."

And suddenly, everyone was there. His family and friends were all waiting for him, radiating with promising light. He ran towards them, towards the light, towards the joy and love and laughter and memories.

"I'm back."


"Leo!" an irritated, but slightly concerned voice rang out. Above Leo was the most heavenly sight. Also known as his girlfriend (question mark), Calypso.

"Ahh, hey Sunshine," Leo greeted, rubbing his eyes to find that they were wet. "Huh?"

"Why are you crying, you strange little creature?" Calypso retorted, patting his shoulder comfortingly.

"I had this strange dream...that we came back and everyone was already gone," Leo replied, "And...I lost you too."

Calypso's expression became genuinely sad, but she put on a reassuring smile.

"I'm sure it's okay," she told him, planting a light kiss on his forehead, "We're almost there."

Leo stared off into the dark horizon, with the sun creeping slowly upwards and towards them.

"Yeah," he agreed, grinning broadly now.

"It going to be okay."

A/N: That didn't go as planned. This is kind of the prequel to the first chapter, I guess. I wasn't sure if I would end it as being a dream or not, but I finally decided that having it as a dream could mean that I could tie it in with the pre-existing story, and then this could thus be counted as a kind out-of-place but totally official chapter. I hoped you enjoyed the short, kind-of angst! See you soon, then.