Please don't kill me, l know l haven't updated in forever. So sorry, l just didn't feel like it. I know, l know it's a horrible excuse.

Paul would like to say he was a fairly observant man but when it came to Perseus Jackson he knew they were things he could not see. After waking up in the Saharan desert after his rather disastrous date and with no recollection of how he got there he felt compelled to be nice to the boy. The boy did not even mention the encounter; it was as if it had been wiped from his young mind. His suspicions arose once again when he met the boy's father, it was as if he had seen him before but his mind could not quite grasp where. The moment Sally's face had lit up with a rosy scarlet blush jealousy rose up within him like an angry red tide within him, rising to choke him but he held his tongue. When Sally and his son tried to convince him that the boy's father had left through the window he was not convinced. The faint scent of an ocean breeze tickled his sensitive nose. Hadn't the man said his name was Poseidon and very much like the sea god, the man had radiated power and had eyes like the sea, which were identical Percy's. Was it possible that the very same brooding man he had met but a few hours ago was the same Poseidon that would strike the ground in anger with a trident and cause unruly springs and earthquakes, ship wrecks, and drowning? Yes, it was very possible. Now he had to figure out what do.