Grover woke up on the morning of August 18th, with an empty stomach and lungs full of Canadian air. He opened an eye just a little bit to check the clock. 10:41 a.m. it said.

"Uhg," Grover moaned.

He slowly threw off the covers, lifted up one furry left hoof, put it over the edge of the bed, he then did the same with the other hoof, hoisting his head off the plush, soft pillow.

He walked to the recycling bin, picked out a tin soup can, and took a few bites.

Midway through the can, Grover got a funny feeling in his stomach, like something was wrong. Grover considered the pain.

"Nope, must be the can," he muttered and patted his flat stomach.

He finished his can, ran his fingers through his curly, brown and extremely messy hair. He ran his hand across his head, to double check and make sure that his horns were there. They've recently just grown about another half inch. Next, he brushed his teeth with Colgate mint flavored toothpaste. He put on his bright orange "Camp Half- Blood" tee-shirt, his baggy slightly worn out jeans, and red Converse sneakers filled with styrophome to hide the fact that he had hooves. He wore a blue "Mets" cap on his head

He racked his mind trying to remember what was so important about today.

"Juniper's birthday? No, no that was last month," Grover thought aloud. "Earth Day? No. Wrong month. Hmmmm… Annabeth's birthday? That's not it either."

He grabbed his crutches, headed out the hotel room door, being sure to take his room key, and walked down the hall to the nearest elevator.

While in the elevator full of people, Grover remembered.

"Percy's birthday! That's it!" he shouted. A few people looked up from what they were doing.

"Sorry," Grover mumbled. The funny feeling in Grover's gut was back. Must be a rusty can, he thought.

Then, Grover's nostrils were filled with a nasty smell. Monster, he thought. He looked b the corner of his eye to see who else was in the elevator with him. He saw a Brunette tourist in with a heavy white jacket on. Under that, he had on a black tee-shirt with a maroon maple leaf on it. He wore a pair of khaki slacks and loafers. Next to him was a red headed family of four, which included a middle aged woman, a middle aged man and a boy and a girl about eight or nine. The little girl wore an orange winter cap with a tee-shirt with multiple purple butterflies on it. As a jacket, she wore a pink thick zip up jacket. She wore a pair of neat, clean jeans and sketchers sneakers with them. The boy, who was playing his Nintendo DSi, wore a navy blue hat and a navy jacket, the same type that his sister had. He wore a tee-shirt that had a football on it and jeans a little sloppier than his sister. He wore a pair of Converse sneakers like Grover, but navy. His face was covered in little orange freckles. His mother had on a long, black turtle neck with grey leggings and black high heeled boots. She was wearing a khaki colored jacket onto and was wearing a black satchel on her shoulder. Her husband wore a white Green Bay Packers tee-shirt with a pair of jeans and dirty sneakers. On top of his tee-shirt he wore a grey zip up hoodie, and held Canadian news paper in his hand, which he looked like he had a hard time translating. Only one more person was next to them in the elevator. It was a very petite woman who seemed to be in her thirties in a black pin-stripe jacket and skirt. She had her blond hair tied tightly into a bun. She wore fancy black heels on her feet. When she looked up from her Blackberry and saw Grover looking at her, she raised a tidy eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. Grover hastily looked away.

Grover decided that the strongest scent was coming from the woman in the suit, and the smell wasn't fancy perfume.

When the elevator doors opened, Grover was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice they had opened and didn't budge.

"Eh-hem," the business lady cleared her throught

Grover turned to look at her she smiled a sarcastic smile. Grover noticed how white and clean her teeth were.

Were those fangs? Grover wondered.

The redheaded family quickly left the elevator, the tourist following them out. Before Grover had the chance to leave the elevator, the business woman quickly pushed him backward, and hit the "close door" button. She hit Floor 5 and halfway to Floor four she hit the "emergency stop" button. She turned to Grover and quickly swiped her razor sharp, French manicured nails at Grover's neck. Grover cried out in pain and pushed her away.

"You're a monster, aren't you?" Grover questioned.

"It's been centuries since I've seen a satyr" said the monster. "Aww, I didn't mean to hurt you. Would a kiss make it better?"

She slowly leaned towards Grover's neck. Grover realized that as she inched closer to his neck she started to bare her teeth.

Those ARE fangs! Thought Grover.

He kicked the woman away and reached to take out his reed pipes but only found an empty pocket.

Oh no! He thought. I must've left my pipes on my dresser!

The monster recovered more quickly from the blow than Grover thought.

"Did the little satyr forget his little reed pipes?" the monster mocked. She let out a short evil laugh. She looked at her watch." I already had breakfast, but I think its okay for me okay have an early lunch. She lunged at Grover.

Grover closed his eyes and used all his willpower to think only one thing: vines. Right as the monster was an inch from his neck, she paused. A vine from the ceiling of the elevator had wrapped around her waist.

"What?" she asked. She had a puzzled expression on her face. Suddenly, more and more vines came and wrapped around her waist, arms, legs and wrists.

"NO!" she screamed. The vines came out quicker and quicker, tighter and tighter. She kept struggling against the vines, trying to break them. The more she struggled the faster they came.

Within fifteen seconds, she was completely cocooned in vines except for her head.

"Stupid satyr!" she yelled. "I'll get you! I swear, I'll-"She was cut off by vines that tightly tied around her head. After ten second, there was no movement coming from inside the vines.

"Not so bad being the ruler of the wild, huh?" Grover said to himself.

Grover hit the lobby floor. By the time the top of the elevator said Floor three, his phone vibrated.

"Call from Camp Half-Blood" read the phone. Camp Half-Blood? Grover wondered. What in the name of Pan could they be calling for? I don't think that I am going to be able to go out into the world of high schoolers and be in charge of the entire wild. That's just too much for one little ol' goat boy to handle!

"Hello?" Grover said.

"Grover? It's Annabeth, calling from the camp phone," her voice sounded panicked. You need to come back to camp, now. We need you. It's about Percy"

Grover hung up the phone as the elevator hit the lobby. He sprinted as fast as he could to the outside of the hotel, ignoring the door man trying to open the door for him and shoved him out of the way, opening the door himself. He pushed away a man in a blue work suit it a suitcase and briefcase while talking on his Blackberry who was just about to put his leg into the back seat of a Bright yellow cab.

"I don't care what Larry said, I want the new special addition Lolls Licorice pops out by Monday do you understand? And another thing- WHOA!" the man said as Grover shoved him aside.

"Sorry!" yelled Grover to the man who he shoved. "Take me to the nearest airport that can take me to New York," he said to the cab driver as he buckled his seatbelt. "And a 10% tip if you drive fast."

Grover regretted saying that after the wheels screeched to a start and he drove away to New York.