Next Morning…

I washed my face as Annabeth woke up. Her eyes widened, when she saw my belt, and its contents.

"Uh. Athenia, why is there five bottles of spray paint on the floor?" She asked.

"I was looking for something."

"What?"

"A piece of jewelry I saw in a dream." I said. Annabeth nodded, knowing the whole 'dream/prophesy' thing.

"When's our train to Chicago?" She asked, changing the subject.

"1:00." I said. I looked at the clock and Annabeth freaked out.

"It's 10:30! How come you didn't wake me up?"

"I was letting you sleep. Oh, and by the way, the boys are down stairs eating their hearts away. I already had breakfast, but left them because it was getting sickening." I said. Annabeth just stared at me.

"What?" I asked. Annabeth kept staring.

"It's just. You."

"Yes. What about me?"

"It's just…" she shook her head, like I didn't get it, which I don't. "Nothing."