Annabeth woke with a start.

What a nightmare. She tried to keep herself from panicking. Swallow the fear. Swallow the fear. Annabeth really needed Percy to come comfort her.

Gladly, she was only around three hours away from the place she, Percy and Grover first entered into the Underworld.

Yes, she had to walk, because she had no money for a taxi with her. But this gave Annabeth time to think.

Semele.

What was happening with her? Annabeth still did not know anything about Drew, yet she managed to overcome the spell of the charmspeak. Now, when Annabeth recalled the memories of what Semele wanted her to do, without any power on the words, Annabeth realized how illogical Semele's plan was.

Annabeth wondered how she ever could've been so blind. Then she realized how much Percy had an impact on her. If he was dead, so was Annabeth's intellect. When she realized he was alive, as did resurrect her will to do good.

She let her thoughts stray to Percy. She knew he probably was going to get there after her, because she took a plane and he knew not to fly ever again.

Even if her dream said he took a plane and it exploded, Annabeth refused to believe that. Annabeth estimated he would take at least three to four days to meet her.

She grew giddy with the thought of seeing him again.

Annabeth stopped in a cafe, taking out the backpack Semele gave her. Thankfully, so far Annabeth was in pretty good condition. No cuts from monsters, and the only major injury was her ribs, which were about fully healed now.

She fished up the last bit of her money, a two dollars, and bought something small to eat. She might as well, there wasn't much else you could do with two dollars.

Annabeth sat back down, and looked at the TV playing the news.

"Early this morning, a Flight from New York to Los Angeles International Airport exploded after encountering a bolt of lightning."

Annabeth perked up immediately. Lightning? Why would Zeus strike down an airplane? Unless...

Oh, no, Percy.

Annabeth gripped the table in front of her, sitting at the edge of her chair, staring and listening intently at the news. If her dream was real - oh, gods.

Then she saw him. He was laid out of a stretcher in the background, being wheeled somewhere. She could recognize him anywhere, even though he was blurry. Annabeth stood up, and walked shakily towards the TV.

"Where." She whispered.

"Where? Where are they taking the survivors?" Annabeth's voice grew to a shout. People in the cafe nervously looked around, obviously irritated by the sudden disruption.

The man who seemed to be in charge of the store started walking to Annabeth. Annabeth panicked, and started screaming and reaching up the to television, saying:

"Where? Where are they taking the survivors!? Percy!" The manager grabbed Annabeth by her arms, and as he dragged her out of the store, many people's eyes following the scene, the reporter on the screen finally said:

"All survivors will be attended to at the Kindred Hospital of Los Angeles. Only about thirty five survived, all with severe injuries ..."

Annabeth was thrown out.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I hope you find who you're looking for." The green eyed manager told Annabeth before he closed the door of the cafe.

Annabeth scrambled to her feet, shouldering her bag. She saw a man behind her in black, staring at her, then scurrying away.

She prayed to all the gods that Percy was alive. All she needed was for him not to be dead. Preferably, also unharmed, but if it was too much she just wanted him to be okay.

Annabeth finally broke down.

Reaching a forgotten streets she sat down and began to sob uncontrollably. She cried, continuously managing an: "Oh gods." Sometimes: "Seaweed Brain. Such a Seaweed-" A gasp, and more sobbing.

Her heart hurt. It hurt so much. Annabeth needed to find him. She didn't hold back the tears as she stood, her legs like jelly.

Once her breathing subsided, she wiped her face, not really caring about her appearance anymore. Oh, and monsters? She didn't care. They would die with no mercy.

Annabeth got on a main street and entered another store, asking someone where the Kindred Hospital was. After getting directions, Annabeth estimated about and hour to backtrack and reach Percy.

Hopefully he was alive.

"Drew! Come here!"

"Yes, Selemee? Salami? Er, Se - Semele?" Semele sneered at Drew, who was nervously twisting the bottom of her shirt.

"Why are our words to Annabeth no longer effective?"

"Wha - What do you mean?"

"I have been keeping an eye out for her, I sent some people to protect her and make sure she gets the job done, and they say she reversed her path to the Underworld, and went to a hospital!?"

"I - I don't know -"

"Well, you'd better find out! Lord Hades gave me one more chance for a reason, and no stupid demigod is going to ruin this chance! That means you!" Drew backed up, nervous at Semele's anger.

"Perhaps, the enchantment of the charmspeak wore off?" Drew suggested.

"If that is the reason, you're dead. Ha, you can't kill me, but I can easily have you killed." Semele glared at Drew. Drew gulped, sorry that she had ever been involved in this.

"Maybe the son of Hephaestus and Percy Jackson reached her, or something?" Drew tried again.

"They only escaped about four days ago. How could they have gotten to her?"

"I - I don't know."

"Then shut your mouth!" Semele shouted, obviously agitated. She paced through the beautiful hall, muttering until she stopped in her tracks, and looked up at Drew.

"I know. If Annabeth Chase won't get the gods angry, we will. We hurt Annabeth, and Percy too: that will get Poseidon and Athena to fight, or in the best case, it will give them a cause to blame my actions on Hera."

"Um, it's a stretch that I'm not sure it will work -"

"It has to work!" Semele screamed at Drew, who then decided to just shut her mouth.

"Okay, yes, it will work. How will we kill them?"

"We'll just go up and kill them, stupid. I will find out where exactly they are and you use your charmspeak, I will get the bodyguards and my other demigods to fight. I don't want to be there, though. You guys just kill them."

"But,-"

"No arguing!" Semele snapped. Then Semele changed her mind.

"Actually, I will be there. I haven't killed yet, so I will be the one who takes their lives. Bind them down and beat them till they can't stand, and I will be the one to finish the job."

"Okay."

"Good. I can't wait. Get the fastest plane to Los Angeles!" Semele screamed out at a bodyguard.