"The next should be out today" Oh my God, you people must hate me!

It's been a long two years. I bet the majority of you have lost interest. :\

I am so so sorry for delaying this so long. But I figure it's time for this :D Erm, to be honest, I've literally become obsessed with other things. (The Beatles, BBC Sherlock, Doctor Who, Charlie McDonnell... just to name a few) But I figure I owe it to you to update. ANYWAY. MERRY WHATEVER HOLIDAY IS CLOSEST TO TODAY. Is it Valentines Day? Yeah, okay then. I'll go with that.

"She's waking up!" Someone was shouting directly into my ear. Instinctively, I shrank away. The person who had shouted instantly returned to a soothing shape. "Shh, shh, it's okay, honey. It's okay. You're all right. You're going to be fine."

I cracked open my eyes to slits and examined my surroundings, like I'd been trained to do. The silhouette of a rather plump woman was standing right to my right, and the abnormally skinny frame of an unknown person was on my left.

"Come on, sweetheart, you'll be okay. Wake up, please?"

The woman sounded trustworthy; and the noise of the bustling about all around me signified more of a camp than a hospital. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes.

I blinked rapidly as I adjusted to the incredibly bright sunlight. I shielded the beam of light from my eyes and tried to focus. "Where am I? Who are you?"

"You're in Freedom Base six-thirteen," The woman responded happily as she handed me a glass of water. I sipped at it cautiously. "I'm Lucille."

"Doesn't matter who we are," The boy next to me muttered. "Question is, who are you?"

"Oh, Percy, shush. She's only just woken up. Let her rest for a bit before you go interrogatin' her."

Percy?

"For all we know, she could be a spy on enemy lines!"

"You know as well as I do that they do not have human alliances! We've triple checked her under Base policy; you know as well as I do she's one-hundred percent human! She's not infected, she might be from another base!"

"You don't know for sure they don't have human alliances! They're changing every minute, for all we know-"

"For all we know, she could be from Sector 221B! We need the information she might have-"

"Wait," I interrupted their argument. I glanced at Lucille and pointed to the boy. "What did you just say?"

"We need the information-"

"No, before that."

"She could be from Sector 221b-"

"You don't have records of other Sectors? You don't know who I am?" I asked. It was standard protocol. I shouldn't've been let in without proper identification. Of course, I was safe; I was second in command of Sector 221B back where I had come from.

"We haven't had any contact with other Sectors since the Fall," Lucille muttered. "The bastards. We thought we were safe-"

"We thought wrong!" The boy spat. His eyes were blazing. "Which is why we shouldn't have let her in!"

"Well we didn't exactly have a choice, now did we?" Lucille snapped. "What with the way she just dropped in."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You just sort of... appeared in the Disinfectant room. Fell right onto Percy's lap, you did."

I froze. "What did you say his name was?"

Lucille glanced up at him. I followed her gaze and raised my eyebrows. The boy stared at me with a death glare, then gave a barely perceptible nod. Lucille smiled and said, "His name is Percy Jackson, and he's the head of Sector Poseidon."

I slumped back against the bed. "Oh my Gods," I whispered. "This is real. He was real-"

"Of course it's real," The boy snapped. He sounded nothing like the Percy Jackson I knew. Of course, the Percy Jackson I knew disappeared long ago. Just like the old Annabeth Chase. Everybody had to change, what with the war and everything. "Why wouldn't it be?"

I looked up at him. "You really don't know?"

He rolled his eyes. "Lucille, I don't think she's within her full mental capacity quite yet. Maybe you woke her up too soon?"

"Her stats are fine."

"I am fine. Trust me, I'm better than fine. After what I've been through, you wouldn't believe it, but I am. Fine, that is."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "You aren't making any sense."

"I tend to do that sometimes." My mind was racing. I had to let him know it was me, but how? He didn't trust me at all; I could tell by his eyes. Lucille seemed trustworthy, but I couldn't tell for sure yet.

So I did the only thing I could possibly think of.

I started to humthe Bachelorette theme song.

I'll leave it at that for now.