As Calypso and I landed on Long Island, we noticed two people sitting there. At least Calypso did. I was too worried about the hundreds of angry campers coming out of their cabins, and the fact that my loudspeaker stunt probably went all the way to Manhattan. The two figures disappeared, and a voice behind me said, "So the cure worked after all." Turning around, I saw Nico and Reyna. "Reyna, and I assume that you are Nico." Calypso inquired. I nodded. "So, let's get to know each other."
Walking to camp, I saw a horde of people, both Greek and Roman. At the lead were Jason and Piper, followed by Hazel, Frank, Annabeth, and Percy. Piper came up to me, and regarded me for a second, then slapped me in the face. "You've been gone for almost a year! We all thought you were dead!" Percy was trying to hide behind Frank. I started, "To be frank, Percy, I don't think-" But was cut off by a satyr, running up Half-Blood Hill. The air was punctuated by shrill cries of, "I found a demigod!" Slowly pacing up the hills, a blond haired man in his early twenties. A collective gasp carried among the more senior campers. Percy had his pen out, and Annabeth looks as though she's about to faint. "Hello Camp Half-Blood, I won't destroy you this time."