Reyna led him out of the room and they emerged in the middle of a forest. Reyna acted like it was no big deal to have a bunker in the middle of the forest, instead she casually slashed at the plants blocking their way and paved a path out of the forest. This led Percy to think that whatever operation these teenagers ran, they were all crazy.

"Are we still in San Francisco?" Percy asked tentatively.

"Yes."

Phew. At least he wasn't in China or somewhere too far away from home. Then, Percy realized he didn't know where home was. He had to follow these people or he'd become a homeless guy on the streets. It was a dark thought.

"The Wolf House is in Sonoma Valley, California," Reyna said. "We don't normally go there, but if we have to, Dakota usually takes us by shadow-travel. She's not going to take you, so it looks like we'll have to travel by air or by sea."

"By sea," said Percy at once.

Reyna spun around. "Why?" She wasn't as tall as she'd seemed back in the room in front of Dakota, but her presence was still intimidating. "Are you acrophobic?" It seemed as though she was going to laugh at him now.

"No, I just hate flying," Percy retorted. "Show me to the boat."

Reyna laughed and continued through the fauna. "By the way, we landed here temporarily. None of us are barbarians so we don't live in the jungle."

"Why did you have to land here temporarily?"

"We don't trust you enough to reveal our location."

Oh. Percy tried to change the topic, but found himself unable to. He just couldn't remember enough to carry a conversation easily. Instead, he sighed to himself in annoyance and followed Reyna through the woods. Soon, they emerged onto a sandy beach.

"The Bay Area," said Percy.

"How did you know?"

"I don't know." Of course he didn't. Reyna was walking along the beach, but Percy was staring out to sea. Something about the water was drawing him in, and Percy followed his gut instinct and walked towards the water.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Reyna called after him. She tapped her ring and ran after him with her weapon at the ready in case he tried to escape.

Percy's feet touched the water, but he was still dry. Mystified, he walked further into the water, still completely dry and warm. The water seemed to welcome him back like an old friend. Percy reached a hand down to touch the water, and it turned into a solid form in his hands in the shape of a trident. Reyna was still shouting for him frantically. Percy dropped the trident and it flowed back into the ocean, liquid. He turned reluctantly and made his way back to the shore. What was he doing wading into the ocean anyway? The amnesia must be driving him crazy.

The first thing Reyna observed was that Percy was still dry and clean. She had seen him influence the water into a solid shape. Even more, he seemed reenergized, as though that short trip into the water had rejuvenated him. Hopefully, it had jogged his memories as well. Reyna instantly put two and two together; Percy was obviously a son of Neptune. She didn't let on what she'd figured.

"Why are you still dry?" Reyna asked, her mouth open in an expression of shock.

Percy shrugged. He knew that this was normal for him, but not why.

"In any case, I'd appreciate it if you stopped making detours. I'm being very nice because the woman in my vision told me you'd help me find Jason, but if you keep up the amnesia and these silly antics, I'm going to stop making an exception for you." Reyna turned around and continued down the beach.

Percy followed, enjoying the feeling of cool sea breeze and a gentle sea spray in the air. He saw the waves lapping at the shore, coming in and then receding, and decided to try to influence its movement. He willed a bigger wave to come rushing upwards and maybe drench Reyna.

A monster wave roared out from the previously calm and peaceful ocean, dousing Reyna from head to toe and enveloping some of the trees off the coast. The droplets arced gracefully over Percy's head and avoided him altogether. Reyna's blonde hair was matted and darker.

"What was that?" She looked at the sea, then looked at Percy. "Why didn't you get soaked?"

Percy shrugged again. "Maybe some sea monster."

Reyna sighed and continued walking. It was only then that Percy noticed a tattoo on her right forearm – twelve straight black lines with an owl over it, and the letters SPQR.

"What does that tattoo symbolize?" Percy asked.

"Senatus Populusque Romanus." Reyna said. "Does it sound familiar?"

"No." Percy checked his right forearm – he definitely didn't have a tattoo. Reyna glanced him over, then her eye spotted something – around his neck, Percy wore a necklace with five clay beads strung on it.

"What's that necklace?" Reyna asked, stopping him sharply by tugging him back. Percy glanced down and took off the necklace. "I have no idea." However, he had a sinking feeling that the necklace symbolized something it shouldn't – something that wasn't looked upon kindly by these people. He looked at it – each of the beads had its own unique carving on it. One of them had a picture of lightning flashing around the Empire State Building, another one of them had a trident, another had an intricate maze. "Tell me what this means." Percy handed the leather strap with its 5 beads over to Reyna, who looked it over.

"The trident symbolizes Neptune, God of the Sea. The lightning flashing around the Empire State Building must have something to do with what happened last summer, when we defeated the Titan Krios." Reyna mused. "As to the others, I don't know what they mean. Who gave you this? These are all clearly symbols of Roman gods and stuff that's been happening, but no mortal would've realized."

"I'm really tired of saying this, but I don't know." Percy took the necklace back from Reyna. Even though he didn't remember how he got this necklace, he had a feeling it had significance. He put it back on and ignored Reyna's curious stares.

They arrived in front of a ship – a regular speedboat, with a small cabin and whitewashed deck. "Who does this belong to?" Percy asked.

"The entire camp," Reyna said. "You're going to the Wolf House, where Madame Lupa decides if you're fit to join us at camp."

"And if I don't want to join this camp?" Percy asked, just because he felt like being difficult – he knew there was no other option for him, what with his weird memory-block. There were some words in a foreign language printed across the side of the boat in cursive, and Percy tried to read it but the letters floated around all over the place. Reyna saw him staring. "Dyslexic?"

"Seems like."

Reyna climbed onto it and started powering it up. For the first time, she looked uncomfortable and a little nervous. "Do you know how to drive a speedboat?"

"Yes," Percy replied, not knowing where he got the confidence from. The moment he'd stepped onto the boat, he felt less uneasy. "What are the coordinates for Sonoma Valley?"

Reyna rattled off a bunch of numbers which somehow made sense to Percy. He powered up the engine, enjoying the slight rocking of the boat on the waves, and they were off.