Jason Grace

I sat on the edge of the couch, watching Leo work on the cages. The venti swirled and churned in their cage. Our protector, Coach Hedge, stood in a frozen start, club raised in defense.

I thought back to Medea's store, back to when I was about to kill Leo. I felt really bad for some of the stuff I'd said to him.

Leo urged him to sleep. I began telling him how sorry I was about the stuff I had said. He seemed to forgive me and I felt better. Then I finally went to sleep. In no time it seems like I was awaken again by shouting. I shot up from the couch and saw Piper rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Hedge's awake guys," Leo stated, sitting up also.

"Ya don't say Repair Boy," Piper said back.

Coach was sauntering around, waving his club, like a madman. This was definitely not how I wanted wake up. There was a lot of confusion. Coach obviously didn't remember anything but what had happened at the Grand Canyon. Then someone appeared in the doorway from another room, staring with wide eyes. I'd do the same thing if I woke up and found three dirty teenagers and a half goat man thing waving a club in my house. "Ummm," the portly man said. Then he called someone else from the back. My skin started tingling, and I knew we were in trouble.