To the everyone except Percy, it was surprising that the police department had a waiting room. Thalia was looking disgusted, while looking at a National Enquirer tabloid. I explained to everyone that it would only take a few minutes for this, but Percy and Nico were slumped in their chairs, passed out.

A middle-aged blonde lady walked over to me. "Hello, do you know where you are assigned to community service?" I nodded. "Okay, here are your tools. Please return them at 6:00 tonight," she said handing them to us.

I tapped Nico and Percy on their shoulders and we departed. We all piled into the van and I turned it to the metal station.

"That hurts my ears," Tyson complained.

"Sorry," I said, turning it off. I shudder at the fact he could kill me just for his ears hurting. It was a calm drive, thankfully.

Later, after the drive, we parked on the grassy part next to the road. The road was scattered with empty soda cans, wrappers, and grocery bags. This is going to be a long night, I thought.

Luckily, Tyson ran along the sides of the road and picked up all the waste, even a dead raccoon corpse.

"I have no idea why I did this. I just hate clutter," Tyson said to people with mouths dropped.

I opened the trash bag and Tyson emptied his hands of trash into it.

"Well, we are in a sticky situation," Annabeth explained. "If we turn in our tools, now, they'll think we didn't do the job."

"We could play hot-potato with my deodorant stick," Grover said holding it up.

I felt disgusted at the chewed up deodorant stick. I could've sworn Grover ate it.

I looked over to a bridge a couple hundred feet away. Annabeth and Tyson were using a half-full water bottle as a rainbow-maker. The picture was Chiron looking into the picture, with all of the campers surrounding him. I realized how real they looked. I thought it was all fiction.

I walked over. "I am afraid you will need to get help from this mortal. If I am correct, the mortal said a magic word top get you out of the 'book.' This magic is called tome-calling," Chiron was saying. "I might be mistaken, but, there is a sorcerer of this magic not too far from your position. His name is Klodius." And with that, the image faded.

Annabeth turned to me. "What magic word did you say?"

"I said 'Mizzenmast," I explained.

Just then, somebody tapped me on the shoulder. "Hello, where am I?" A boy who looked like a Latino Santa elf asked.

A/N: Oh don't you just love cliffhangers? I don't. Read, review, and report. Scratch out that last part, please.