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We went to Annabeth's dad's home first. Chiron gave us the tickets for the plane ride and suggested that we go there right "away.

When we got to the house, I knocked on the door.

"Does he know?" Clarisse asked.

"I hope so. I wouldn't want to be the one to break the news, but if he doesn't, I guess it's necessary," I replied.

The door was opened by Mr. Chase, who looked distraught. He was wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt, not to mention his hair was a complete mess. It looked like he hadn't showered for a few days- he smelled bad- and he certainly hadn't bothered to brush his teeth because his breath smelled absolutely horrible. Should he be at work? I was convinced that he knew about Annabeth by then.

"Hello Percy... and... Um, I'm sorry. What's your name?" Mr. Chase said.

Clarisse was quick to respond, "Clarisse la Rue."

"Oh, that's a beautiful name, Clarisse. Annabeth told me about you. Are you French?" asked Mr. Chase.

"Well, I really don't know much about my background. May we come in?" I was surprised by how nice Clarisse was acting because I had never heard her say the word "may", mainly because she never asked permission to do anything, she just did it. But otherwise, she was still acting a lot nicer than normal.

Mr. Chase laughed,"Oh, I'm so sorry to keep you outside! Of course. Come in, come in."

We walked into the red two-story house. His wife apparently wasn't at home, and neither were her kids. Mr. Chase led us to the kitchen and beckoned us to sit on barstools near the island.

"Would you like anything to eat? Anything to drink? Anything at all?" I then realized how hospitable Mr. Chase was trying to be. Buttering us up so we'll try and find Annabeth sooner? No. Realizing that we were doing our best and trying to find Annabeth? Yes.

I spoke for Clarisse and myself, "No thanks, Mr. Chase. We just ate and need to discuss some things as soon as possible."

"If you're sure. Just tell me if you get hungry or thirsty then. Now, I'm guessing you want to speak about Annabeth's disappearance," said Mr. Chase.

"Yes," I said. "When was the last time you talked to her?"

"Since she can't use electronics, right before she went to the camp." I realized how stupid I sounded after he said that. I haven't seen my mom since the end of school. Oh, well. I always sound stupid.

"Oh yeah, sorry. I forgot," I said. "So...," my phone rang. I kept it with me for emergencies only, and the number was vaguely familiar.

I answered it, "Hello?"

"PERCY! HELP!" It was Annabeth.

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