She drew a card from the deck, nodding at the other girl to take her turn. The other girl glanced at her hand, and pulled out a card and showed it to her.

Upon seeing the number, she shook her head, and the girl pulled a card from the draw pile. Although she didn't say anything, she couldn't help but think: Go Fish.

Their card game was interrupted by a commotion outside their glass prison: Phorcys was back, and it looked like he was back with more guests. There three males: a satyr and two demigods. She could sense the ocean in both, though one more so than the other, and yet it was strange. One boy was Roman, the other Greek. She couldn't recall the last time she had seen the two breeds in the same room, let alone as friends.

She shrugged listlessly, her drugged lethargy catching up to her, and returned to her game. A little while later, the group raced past again, and one of the boys stopped and looked straight at her.

"I'll be back," he promised, and though she made no sign of understanding him, her heart understood perfectly.