265, Sycamore, North Hurst Hotel, Room 307. These are the things Percy sees in his head every time he shuts his eyes. They are not voluntarily seen of course, but they are seen. And as snap shots sort themselves out in his brain, he sees the destroyed face of the girl he met five years ago.

"James Dean."

Percy turns around surprised to see a long haired blonde standing by the pool. Her bathing suit is old fashioned, she seems as though she has stepped right of the fifties. Her grey eyes ruin the image of a fifties starlet, also the smattering of bruising spiralling up her arms…
Percy ignores this and takes a long drag of his cigarette.

"Do you talk?" she asks.

"Do you shut up?" he replies.

"Rude."

Percy only smiles.

"So, what are you doing here?" she says, clearly not getting Percy's hint.

"I am," he starts, "on the highway to Hell. What about you?"

"Running away from it."

Sleep does not find Percy. Only images and more conversations that are better left buried. What happened in his rebellions late teenage years should be forgotten. But he cannot help but think about her, the girl, Annabeth who was running away from Hell as he was running into it. Percy sighs and presses his hands against his forehead.

He is wide awake.

He stands up, his joints protesting after a hard day's work. He gets dressed and leaves his house gets into the car and drives. And he doesn't stop.

Hello, firstly I am SO sorry about it being so short, and secondly, I am sorry I haven't updated in ages but I have had exams and all that kind of stuff, but now I only have a week left of school before the S hols so I will be able to update more regularly, please tell me if there is anything I could do better. Also last night I tried to upload this but it went all funny when the chapter was opened, xx.