When I walked in, all I could do was gaze at my new place. It was perfect. I walked around. Carrie's room was decorated with all sorts of math thingies that I can't name. Mine and Annabeth's room was awesome. The walls were the color of the ocean and the floor was the color of sand. There was a fountain in the corner like in my cabin. In the opposite corner were three huge bookshelves, a big puffy armchair, and a desk table complete with Annabeth's laptop that belonged to Daedalus. She still hadn't read it all. Go figure. The rest of the room was really cool. So was the rest of the house, which in reality was a mansion. There were three studies: two for Annabeth (yes, two) and one for my little genius daughter. I would be happy in our private pool.

I called Annabeth and Carrie in to show them our house. They both were blown away. We would have this house forever.

And then it hit me.

I could never die.

My mom would. Tyson eventually would. Grover would. All of my friends would, at some point. At least I would have Annabeth.

I needed to clear my head, and apparently Annabeth knew, because she gave me a nod. I went to the only place where I could clear my head: Montauk beach.

When I got there, I was "greeted" by Clarisse. She actually looked great, ever since she got that plastic surgery and dyed and styled her hair on a regular basis. Now she could pass off for a regular 22 year old girl who swore worse than a sailor.

I guess it was just part of being a daughter of Ares.

But, anyway, she "greeted" me by swearing and pushing my head into the sand.

"Nice to see you too, Clarisse," I said to her.

"Whatever, Lord Prissy."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I grinned. "I caused a whirlpool on Olympus. Athena's still drying off. For you, I'm thinking hippocampi eating you while waves hit you."

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't what?"

"Still the same, I see." She let out another string of curses.

"Clarisse, I wouldn't push me."

"Why?"

I ignored that question and went on. "So, I heard that you're engaged to Chris Rodriguez. Invite me to the wedding."

She blushed a shade of red that I had only seen when I sprayed her with toilet water. "Who told you, runt?"

"What did you call me?"

"Nothing, Supreme Lord Seaweed Brain."

"Only Anna-"

"Oh, I see. Only she calls you that."

Now it was my turn to blush.

"Leave me alone, Clarisse. I don't need this right now."

"I'm director of camp. Dionysus got discharged."

"Really?"

"Wanna see your cabin? And Annabeth's?"

"I've already seen the Poseidon and Athena cabins!"

"No, idiot, I meant the Percy and Annabeth cabins. Carrie will get one when she's 16."

"I don't plan to put anyone in the Percy cabin."

"I'd like to see that for myself."

"What?!"

"Do you want to see it or not?"

"Sure, why not."

Clarisse led me to my personal cabin. It was right next to the Poseidon cabin, at the end of the line. What I saw took my breath away.