Fear flooded Percy at the thought of the gods having something to do with Annabeth's disappearance., which quickly turned into anger. If they had Annabeth, then he would fight every god on Olympus to find her. Percy took a few deep breaths. He needed to talk to someone who was a little more clued into the gods than him.
"I've got to go to the bathroom." Percy announced.
George happily showed him to a large bathroom in the airport. Percy would have preferred more privacy, but made do with what he had. He turned on the water and focused on raising it up in the air to make a mist. Once he saw a rainbow, he chanted, "Fleece, do me a solid. Show me Chiron." He tossed the drachma into the mist. The drachma disappeared, and in its place Percy's mentor, Chiron, appeared. He was sitting in his wheelchair by the fireplace in the big house. "Chiron!" Percy called out.
The centaur looked up from his reading. "Percy! Any word?"
"I've got a lead, but I have to be sure." Percy said hesitantly
"Go on." His mentor encouraged.
"I have an eye witness who says he saw her being put into a limo by some monsters."
Chiron gave a questioning look. "That's different. I've never heard of monsters kidnapping a demigod, unless they are working for someone."
"It gets more complicated." Percy continued. "The license plate said 'Zeus.'"
Chiron's eyes widened slightly.
"Have you heard anything unusual on Olympus?" Percy asked tenitively.
"All has been quiet, which I took as a good sign." Chiron answered.
"How quiet?" Percy asked skeptically.
"They haven't closed Olympus, if that is what you are asking." Chiron replied. "But I'll check it out."
Percy relaxed a little. "Thanks."
"I'll IM you if I find anything."
"Alright." Percy sighed and swiped a hand through the rainbow. The water fell back into the sink. Percy hesitated a moment then raised up the water again, creating a mist. he pulled out another drachma and called out, "Oh Fleese, do me a solid. show me Annabeth Chase." He held his breath hoping to see something different than the last several times he tried, but all that came up was black. Nothing. "Annabeth!" Percy shouted. But there was no reply. Dissapointed, he swiped his hand through the mist, cutting it off. The water fell into the sink again. Percy looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was wilder than normal and his face was dirty. He took the opportunity to clean himself up while in the bathroom. The water was refreshing, but Percy was still exhausted. He needed sleep, if he was going to be effective tomorrow. George was waiting for him outside the bathroom. "I need to find a place to sleep." Percy told George.
"Stay with me." George said enthusiastically.
Normally, holing up with a cyclops would be a bad idea, but Percy was either that desperate or that tired. He agreed and followed George to where he was holed up. George moved some stuff around and produced a makeshift bed that Percy had to admit wasn't half that bad. Percy mumbled out a "Thanks." before drifting to sleep. Tomorrow was a new day.