Rachel didn't know what to make of the big, burly Asian that was pacing back and forth in front of her. He had graciously given the bed to her, something that made her think of Percy. She worried about him but she knew he was probably completely fine. Bad situations seemed to roll off of him easily. Maybe it was from all the past experiences.

Frank needed to blow off steam. He didn't care that he probably looked a little crazy to the red head watching him. Hazel was in a room with that joking little possible murderer and he couldn't do anything about it.

"You know you're just wearing yourself out. If you really want to help your friend you should conserve your energy."

"Don't tell me what to do." Frank eyed the girl. She didn't look like she could harm anyone especially not someone his size, but he couldn't let his guard down.

"Fine. Wear a path down into the floor for all I care. But if you really love the girl you should probably calm down. Maybe think out a plan." The red head flopped farther down on the bed so that she was now laying flat. She closed her eyes as if she were planning to nap.

"Who said anything about loving her?"

"Your reactions to everything so far. The protectiveness, the carrying her to her room, the crazy pacing."

"Listen Red-"

"Rachel."

"Whatever. Hazel's just a really good friend and I don't want her to end up the way Reyna did. I have to protect her. Reyna would haunt me for the rest of my life if I didn't." Frank finally slumped against the wall rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. He was pretty tired.

"How did you know her?" Rachel asked, glad that he finally stopped moving.

"Reyna was Hazel's roommate. I've been friends with Hazel since high school and we decided to go to the same college. I got to know here through Hazel." Frank thought back to the first time he had met Reyna. She was by far the most intimidating female he had ever met. But once you got to know her she was the most caring and loyal person to have on your side. Sadness washed over him. She had been trying to convince him to finally ask Hazel out on a real date the last time that he had seen her. And he almost had. Almost.

A kind of sadness fell in the room as Frank was lost in memories and Rachel let him think. It was weird to be with someone who knew the same person but on a totally different level. Rachel was only shortly connected with this Reyna person. Her death was sad but she couldn't really mourn in the way someone like Frank or Hazel could.

"How did you know Reyna?" Frank said breaking the silence.

"I only knew her for a semester. She was in the same beginning art class with me. We hit it off when she mockingly drew the professor who was a total asshole." Rachel laughed at the memory. Reyna hadn't been the best artist but she was definitely entertaining. They had coffee a couple of times after class and even worked on their projects together. Rachel had ended up with a B in that class though Reyna said she had deserved an A blaming the teacher on his terrible sense of good art. She had never told Rachel what grade she had ended up with. She just laughed and said she just wasn't cut out for an art major. They had promised to keep in touch but as usual life got busy.

"Sounds like Reyna."

Rachel sighed. She had always been a perceptive person. Sometimes it got her out of tight situations. And sometimes she was just overloaded with too much information. Like too much sadness and helplessness rolling off the guy sitting on the floor. But she thought that should could take a chance.

"I'm sorry about your friend. I mean I knew her but I didn't really know her. Not like you probably did." She said. Frank nodded his head in thanks and she knew that this next statement was a gamble but she had to have someone other than Percy to trust. She just hoped he was the one. "And I don't think you murdered her. You may be somewhat intimidating but I don't think you could have killed a friend."

"Thanks."

That's all the response she got and she figured that the talking was over.

Jason was furious. He hadn't gone to the bedroom that he was supposed to share with this Calypso girl. He was still in the original room, busting in the screen that had showed all of them Reyna's dead body. It couldn't be true. That had to have been fake. But deep down Jason knew that had been Reyna. His Reyna. The silver ring in the shape of closed wings he had given her had still been on her hand. He had it made for her specially for their first anniversary. He continued to hit the monitor until blood was running down it and he had been so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed the girl walk in to watch him.

"You're going to break every bone in your hand if you continue to do that." Jason whipped around at the voice. It was quiet and sounded scared and Jason knew it was because of him. He was scaring her.

"Sorry. I just needed to…vent." He muttered, picking up his discarded jacket to wrap over his bleeding hand.

"Wait. You should really clean that out first. There could be glass embedded in those cuts." The girl tentatively moved forward taking Jason's hand in hers. "We have a bathroom and hopefully there's some first aid kit somewhere."

"We?" Jason asked.

"Yes. I'm supposed to be in the same room as you. You're Jason right? Calypso. I kind of remember you from a party Reyna had back in high school. I'm Reyna's cousin. Or was I suppose." She said with a sad smile.

All Jason could do was mutter an 'oh', and allow Calypso to lead him back to their room and into the small bathroom. She gently ran his hand under the faucet and having found some hydrogen peroxide and bandages cleaned the cuts up the best she could.

"You loved her." It wasn't a question but a statement. She didn't say anything else, just continued to bandage his hand.

"Yes. I did."

Hazel wasn't liking these bedroom arrangements. If the masked man hadn't made a threat to keep them that way she would be with Frank right now. But Frank was with some red head named Rachel. She wasn't normally one for jealousy but when you get kidnapped and may only have days, hours, maybe minutes to live she didn't want to be stuck with this goofy kid while some other girl, a rather pretty girl too, was with the guy she liked. Loved. Sadness washed over her as she thought about Reyna. Her poor roommate. She had tried so hard to try to get Hazel to get the courage to ask Frank out. Reyna had broken her out of her cautious, shy self in so many other ways but the only things Reyna couldn't do was convince her to follow her feelings. Hazel should have listened to her.

"Hey, why are you so sad? I mean other than the fact that we were kidnapped. And could be stuck with a possible murderer. And may also be murdered." This Leo kid stated as if it wasn't a big deal.

"If you seem to have forgotten a person that we know is dead. And when people die it's kind of sad." Hazel huffed at the ridiculousness of this kid.

"Oh, right." Hazel watched Leo's face actually have the appropriate emotion placed on it, as brief as that may have been. "Reyna wouldn't have wanted me to grieve forever though."

"You're just…ugh." Hazel needed to get away from this guy before she did something that she would regret.