Me: Oh, hi there.
Grover: It's been a while, hasn't it?
Me: As you've probably noticed, the title is a little weird.
Grover: Sometimes we're going to name a chapter after a certain song on Itsi's playlist. Sometimes.
Me: Sometimes the title will actually tie in with the story. Thank you for reading this chapter…enjoy.

~Annabeth's POV~

I wondered what SB had planned.

I wondered if what she was going to tell me would be relevant. This was taking time out of the quest, and I was getting pretty darned impatient. I mean, everyone knew that whatever was told to them, it was because it was vital to that person. Just a few minutes ago, SB told Clarisse "It's because you've heard." Those four words were enough to make Clarisse look like she'd seen a ghost, so she must have known what SB was going to tell her.

We walked down a narrow hallway, the walls covered in paintings, just like the one we'd walked through earlier. SB opened a door that lead us to a dark room, and she stood at the door until all of us were inside. She closed the door for us all.

"I will talk to all of you separately—"

"—Stinky, huh? So I almost—"

There were two nymphs in the room with us, one with bright red hair and freckles, and another with hair as dark as Hades'. They were chatting excitedly, braiding flowers into each other's hair. According to SB's face, they weren't supposed to be in there at all.

"You two have three seconds to get out of this room before I fire you."

The two only needed one second. They left the room in a swoosh, the only sign that they'd ever been in the room the flowers that fell of their heads and the basket that had originally held them.

SB took a few seconds to compose herself again, and resumed speaking. "I will speak to all of you separately because I want to give you the choice of telling your friends what I told you. Basically, you decide if you want to share the information. I will be quick, so you can return to your quest. Thalia, you're first. Follow me."

She led Thalia into another room (this place seems to have an endless supply of rooms), and firmly shut the door.

I walked around, looking at the walls, which were actually just bookshelves. They were packed with books large and small, of many different colors. I wasn't really looking for a book to read, but I found a book with an interesting title: "Sopem rfo Sothleu." I pulled it out, and stared at this foreign book with such a weird name.

After a while, though, I shook my head, and realized that the book was in English. "Poems for the Soul" was what it was. Sometimes I forget I have dyslexia.

I opened it to a random page with a short poem. In about 3 minutes I managed to figure out that it said:

I see what no one else does,

What you're hiding from me.

You have something inside you,

More than the eye can see.

I made a face, because that was a really bad poem, even by my standards. I put the book back, when I heard a voice in the back of my mind. The demigod, the one you are about to seek…she has sight that might help you.

That was Galatea's voice. She had said something about sight. That Stitches has "sight." I looked back at the person in question, and watched as she tried to stick her tongue out. She was having trouble, because of her half-stitched lips, but finally she managed to do it by pushing her tongue out through the part that isn't stitched. [Put the word arigato in your review if you saw this!]

"Smashing!" She whispered to herself, and I mentally laughed at Galatea's words. True sight? Ha!

I heard a creak and Thalia stepped out, looking even sicker than before. She immediately looked for a chair and sat down. I ran to her side with a worried look on my face.

"Thalia…are you ok?"

"I'm-I can't…no… I'm not fine," she said, and lightly pushed me away. I tried not to look hurt, because I didn't know what news SB had given her. Maybe she just needed space to let the info sink.

Next was Clarisse. She frowned at SB as they walked inside the other room, trying to look tough, but I saw her fingers trembling.

I talked with Nero for a while, as I waited for Clarisse to come out. After a while, I got bored and tried to put the stuffed demon duck inside him, for no absolute reason. Guess what? It fit.

By the way, that shouldn't have been possible. Nero was the size of a fanny pack, while the duck was the size of a computer screen. I frowned to myself, and stuck my arm inside Nero. It went all the way in, up to my shoulder, and I couldn't reach the other side. I pulled out my hand quickly.

"I am a magical bag, Andy. Not only do I talk, but the inside of me is the size of a large room."

"No way," I mumbled, and opened his mouth wider. I peeked inside, and gasped, because he was telling the truth. The room inside Nero was the size of a small classroom, and not only that but it was also well lit.

It was kind of like Narnia, only instead of a wardrobe it's a bag, and instead of a beautiful land, there was a room that smelled like mothballs.

I put Nero down, and stared at him in awe. And here I had thought he was just a useless chatty bag.

"Itsi has a whole bunch of stuff inside. Medical supplies, because she's kind of a healer, and old bottles of wine."

I shook my head. "Why does that girl even drink?"

Nero sighed. "Why do other people drink? Some to forget their past, some to ignore the present, and others because they just want to drink for the hell of it."

"You think she just gets drunk for no reason?"

"Yeah, I do."

I rubbed my chin, wondering why anyone would do that. Just throw away their lives for a hangover.

I smelled sweat behind me, and I turned to find Clarisse, rubbing her temples like mad. SB silently motioned for Percy to follow her.

"Almost done," SB said before she closed the door.

I slunk off next to Clarisse. "So, what's up? You want to tell me what SB told you?"

She shook her head. "Nah."

I nodded, pretending to be understanding, but on the inside I was punching her in the face with my fist! I was getting impatient, and nobody was talking to me except a bag.

*A While Later*

Percy stepped out of the room, and he was smiling. Cujo bounded towards him, and Percy absentmindedly petted him.

I walked up to him and asked him why he was so happy.

He looked at me. "My mom…she might be pregnant!"

"What?" I asked, because that's not what I had expected at all.

"You heard me! I might get to be a big brother to two people! Wait 'till Tyson hears this!" He plopped down on a sofa and closed his eyes. He looked really excited, and that made me really happy. I wished we could all receive good news from SB.

"Annabeth and Itsi, you're next."

I gave SB a stupefied look. "Why both of us?"

"Because you two's news is connected," she said, wagging her finger between me and Stitches, "and I want to get done with this quickly. Now let's go."

When I settled down on a couch in the new little room SB led us to, she began to talk. "All right, Andy, Itsi, I know you're both wondering what you two have to do with each other."

"Damn straight," Stitches said, nervously twiddling her thumbs.

"Get on with it," I said, leaning forward with anticipation. "Tell us what you need us to know."

She nodded, and sat on the corner of a desk. "Andy, do you remember what Galatea told you that day on the shop?"

I wheezed, and asked her "How do you know about that?"

She waved off my question with a flick of her wrist. "I'm a witch. I know things. But do you? Do you recall what she told you?"

I huffed. A witch, like Circe. No wonder I hadn't liked this lady from the start. "Yeah, she told me that the demigod I was seeking—because of Apollo—was somehow going to help me. All I got was…was her." I pointed at Stitches, who looked offended at the way I had said "her".

SB looked at Stitches, and then back at me. "She is going to be helpful. Watch." She turned from me to Stitches. "Itsi, what do you see when you look at Andy?"

Stitches gave me a once-over and said "Blond hair and kind of, like, gray-ish eyes…?"

"No, be specific."

"I don't know what you mean," Stitches said, looking really puzzled. "I- I mean, I see a girl with long blon—"

"Yes! THAT! Do you see, Andy?"

I shook my head no.

SB looked exasperated. "Itsi, repeat what you said!"

"What words? Blond hair and gray eyes?"

"No, after that."

"I see a g-girl with long hair?"

Electricity shot up my spine. Did she say she saw a girl?

"Yes!" SB shouted. "Itsi sees through your skin! She knows you are a girl!"

"What do you mean?" Stitches asked, pointing a finger at SB. "Andy knows she's a girl! I mean, how could you miss those boobs?"

"Excuse me?" I said, instinctively covering myself with my arms. "I-I'm a guy, you idiot!" The lie burned in my throat, but I had to keep it up.

Stitches walked up to me and pointed to my chest. "If you're a guy, then you have a serious case of man-boobs, dude." She stretched out her arms, making it look like she was going to poke my chest. But her fingers stopped a few centimeters short.

Stitches' eyes widened. "My fingers just went through your boobs."

Blushing, I hissed out "You aren't even touching me. How can they go through me?"

SB cleared her throat. "She sees you in your girl form, Annabeth. You had breasts as a female, so her fingers would be touching them."

At first I was going to ask how she knew that I was a girl in the first place, and how she knew my real name, but then I remembered. She's a witch.

"Oh, Pluto, this is mind-blowing," Stitches said. "A-and your hair…?" She reached out, touching the air somewhere above my right shoulder, where I would have had hair if Riley hadn't turned me into a man.

"I-I am supposed to be touching your hair…I can see my fingers go through them…but I feel absolutely nothing…"

I was getting really weirded out. I stepped back, and Stitches dropped her hand.

SB took out an old camera, the kind that produced a paper picture and you had to wait a few minutes to be able to see the image for. She snapped a photo of me, and a paper came out of the front. She waved it around for a few minutes, and when the picture finally appeared, she handed the photo to Stitches.

She grabbed it, and stared. Her eyes widened in a way that would have made me laugh were we not in the middle of a pretty serious situation.

"Wow…Andy… all-all this time I thought it was short for Andrea or something…but you're pretending to be a dude…"

I crossed my arms. "I'm not exactly pretending to be one. Normal people, unlike yourself, see a boy named Andrew. I was all but thrown into this body, girl."

"Well," SB said as she stretched, "get out of here. Andy, Itsi will tell whenever you look more like a boy to her. That is what Galatea thought would be useful. Itsi is like…a timer. The more you look like a boy to her, the less time you have to fix up a potion to turn yourself back. Now, I'm done talking to you two. Please ask Ron to enter the room, yes?"

I was about to leave the room when SB silently called Stitches back. She whispered something to her, which I probably shouldn't have overheard, but I did anyways. She said:

"Don't trust your little brother."

Me: I hope that last part made sense.
Grover: I'm still kind of confused.
Me: I know… I just couldn't explain it better. Itsi sees Annabeth as a girl, and that's all you need to understand.
Grover: O-okay…I guess.
Me: I have a question to ask all of you. Just a simple question that I wish to see answered in your reviews: Coke, Pepsi, or neither?
Grover: And if you have time, please tell us why?
Me: I'm a Pepsi person myself.
Grover: Sorry, Itsi, I like Coke.