"Well Stryker. Nice to meet you. My name is Abigail but call me Gail." I introduced myself. He looked at me with astonishment. He almost said something about the vision but I gave him a look that told him to shut up.

"My name is Chloe." Chloe said. Cue another look of shock.

"And since those kind people won't look at you," I looked pointedly and Chiron, Percy, and Blondie, "I will introduce you to them. The black haired, green eyed one is the most annoying, most arrogant child I have ever met, drum roll please, Percy Jackson. The half horse man who tried to kill me earlier is called Chiron, like the trainer of Heroes. The girl standing next to Percy is called-well I don't know her name, but I call her Blondie."

"My name is Annabeth." Blondie growled.

"Nice to know Blondie." That earned me a glare from Annabeth.

"Well. Are you doing good? " I asked Stryker.

"Yeah." He coughed a little trying to stand up.

"I would recommend learning how to swim. It would be smart to invest in swimming lessons." I said.

"Not Poseidon's kid." Blondie noted.

"Who's your parent?" Percy asked.

"Way to be blunt." I glared at him.

"It's okay. I live with my dog." He answered.

"I'm talking about parents." Blondie clarified.

"My mom died a long time ago. I live alone. You would be amazed by what you can do when you have eyes as scary as mine." He smiled. He had a nice smile. It lightened up his face.

"Let me help you up." I offered. I stood up and wiped the sand off my jeans. They were destroyed. They were soaking wet like the rest of my clothes. Swatting at the sand was useless. I had worn the clothes for like ever. Gross. I had no change of clothes so I still had on my black jeans and black shirt. My shirt was stuck to me. My jeans felt like they gained a lot of pounds. My hair and sand in it and was stringy. That swim was almost a shower. I felt refreshed. All of the mud was off of me. I reached my hand to Stryker and he took it, I pulled him up.

"I was wondering. How come we didn't swim back to shore?" Stryker asked.

"Let me explain that to you young man." Chiron said stepping forward.

"You're going to explain it to him? You can't even look at him." I said smugly.

"You can be a real brat sometimes." He said.

"You've been hanging out with Mr. D too much." Percy added. That earned a glare from me.

"How about you don't explain it to him. You can't even look at him. I can't explain it to him because I never got it explained to me. Neither can Chloe. Blondie and Percy are too busy gazing into each other's eyes," I got a glare from both of them, "So that leaves Rome." I could see her slinking away trying to hide.

"No it doesn't. Because Rome isn't here." Rome said.

"Really. Rome isn't there." I walked towards her, "So if I were to tickle her..."

"Stop!" Rome screeched once I tickled her. She was laughing.

"Who said that?" I asked.

"Me. Me. Rome. I'm here. Please stop." I stopped and she took a deep breath.

"I thought she was there." I said. I walked away. I called back "You're introducing him to everybody."

"You're mean." She called. I kept walking. I am so tired. I am so going home. I disappeared and reappeared in my house. The last thing I heard was 'How can she do that' in a voice that sounded like Stryker's. When I looked around I realized something was wrong. I felt someone else's presence.

I looked around. The house looked the same. that's when I saw it. A scuff mark. On our white walls. A black smear. Next to it the vase was moved. I knew this wasn't my mom. She hated black. That's why we had a completely white house. And nothing black. My mom refused to wear black.

"Who's there?" I yelled. My voice echoed around the house. I transported myself to my room. It was trashed. My sheets were thrown about. My closet was destroyed. Everything was either broken or torn. My clothes were strewn about the floor.

"Turn around little girl." A voice said. It was deep. Definitely male. I did what it said. I was face to face with a man. He had blonde hair and green eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You are Abigail, correct?" He said.

"Get out of my house." I ordered him.

"You have to come with me. The kindly ones weren't very happy with your whole disappearing act. The Lord would like to see you." I was too confused by his words to think before he hit me on the back of my head and I blacked out.

"You are way too difficult to catch." Another voice muttered