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Ethan sighs as he looks out over San Francisco. It has been three days since he last saw Percy and sent his second letter to Thalia. She still hasn't contacted him. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't have bothered him so much, but Thalia is… different. She's the first girl to have really sparked his attention, not only because she is pretty, but because she actually has a personality.

He remembers Elli, an empousa who tried to get it on with him on the Princess Andromeda. He shudders at the memory, preferring to think of Thalia. Maybe he should write her another letter.

Hey… Thalia… can you hear me?

Look, it'd be kinda awesome if you answered, you know, just like a sign saying you're alive. I miss you.

What the Hades is wrong with him, he asks himself, furiously crossing out the last sentence.

I haven't seen Percy in three days, but I got this really bad feeling.

Could you please respond? It would maybe make me a bit happier. I know you're a hunter and all, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends, right? Okay, I'll admit it. I miss you. I need someone to talk to. If you get this and you're not totally heartless, which I know you aren't, meet me at the Falcon Café in San Francisco, you know which one.

Ciao,

Ethan.

He sighs audibly as he folds up the letter and digs around in his backpack, pulling out two things: a drachma and an envelope. Carefully placing the letter in the envelope, he seals it. He then puts the drachma in an outside pocket, and very clearly writes on the envelope:

Thalia Grace

Lieutenant of Artemis,

Hunter's Camp.

Please write back! –Ethan

Little wings sprout from the sides of the envelope and it flaps away, heading out the cave and eastward. He leans back against the wall, listening to the evening sounds outside. Slowly, as the sun begins to set, it starts raining. Suddenly, it turns into a downpour, lasting about three minutes, and when it stops, there is a rainbow, beginning just outside the cave entrance. Is Iris trying to tell him something? Is he forgetting something?

Annabeth!

Hastily, he digs another drachma out of his backpack and tosses into the rainbow.

"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Annabeth Chase, Camp Half-Blood."

The drachma shimmers and disappears, being replaced by an image of Annabeth. She is on Zeus's Fist, alone, looking at a picture in her hands. Probably of Percy, Ethan thinks, watching Annabeth silently for a few moments.

"Hey," he greets, trying to sound casual. The truth is, he feels guilty. He has told Thalia everything and Annabeth nothing, even though he is doing the favor for Annabeth. Annabeth jumps slightly, but regains her composure quickly, brushing her hands over her eyes and pushing her hair out of her face.

"Hey, Ethan. Got any news on Percy?"

"Yeah…-ish. He's in San Francisco. But don't come rushing down here yet! I haven't been able to follow him, and I can only gather that he is being fed and has a place to stay. And… he doesn't remember anything. He… he thinks these guys named Bobby, Reyna and Sid are his best friends. He even saw me once and looked me straight in the eye, but no recognition."

He blinks, trying not to look at Annabeth's torn face. It is weird, seeing her in this vulnerable state. So weird.

"Do you… have you… Reyna… are they, like, …close?"

His mouth forms a comical 'O'- he should have known Annabeth would ask that.

"Well, I… I honestly don't know, Annabeth. I'm trying to get all the help I can, but Tha- that falcon is annoying me," he quickly hastens to correct himself, looking out of the cave to the imaginary falcon flying up above. But, unfortunately, Annabeth isn't that stupid.

"You've been talking to Thalia?"

"No."

"But you said her name."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"I did not."

"You said part of it."

"No."

"I am a daughter of Athena, Ethan. Don't lie to me." Her eyes shift down, slightly disappointed. "You… you've had contact with her, right?"

Ethan shakes his head in defeat, throwing another drachma into the rainbow, and the image of Annabeth keeps steady.

"Look, we talked, made a deal, and she's not responding to me, happy?"

"Ugh. No. Why didn't you tell me this? Why didn't she tell me this?"

"Because it's none of your business!" Ethan snaps, not meaning to sound so harsh. Annabeth's eyes go wide in shock as realization hits her.

"You like her, don't you?"

At this, Ethan swings his fist through the message, shattering the image of Annabeth's face. A little growl from the doorway meets his ears. He swings around, his arms taking a defensive position, but there is nothing but a small white wolf standing there. Around its neck there is a little piece of paper. Thalia's response.

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