Wow! I can't believe how many hits and reviews this story as gotten! I really do owe you guys, so I tried squeezing some time into my busy schedule to write this. I noticed that shortly after I write an AN, I manage to update. Thanks to DaughterOfPoseidon1313, IloveBlueMonkeys, greek101, Somebody, xilovexmythologyx, Moondapple18, and JJ for reviewing. I am also suffering from slight writers block. I need to make this story more original, and less RR style. I'm basically taking all the PJO books and adding some of the parts of those stories into this story. If you know what I mean, cool. So, here's the next chapter to TSON.

Disclaimer: Like the rest of fanfiction, I don't own PJO.

Chapter 23: How Did This Happen?

Brandon's POV

I vaguely remembered last night. The only thing I know is that I have a terrible headache and my legs hurt.

With a groan, I lifted myself up. I scanned my surroundings. The room before me was nothing like I expected. The walls and floors appeared to be a transparent glass. Beside me, Lauryn and Reyna looked like they were passed out on the floor, lying on their backs.

"Wake up!" I shout-whispered, directing it towards Lauryn. She just lay there, unconscious. I slid on the floor next to her and lightly shook her. She quietly moaned and switched to her side.

"Get up, Lauryn, before I skin you in your sleep." Yup, those were very convincing words. She shot up and scrutinized the place.

"Where are we?" asked the groggy Lauryn.

"I don't know. Now, help me wake Reyna," I told her. I walked towards Reyna and sat down beside her, with Lauryn closely behind.

"Wake up Reyna," I shout-whispered, like I did earlier with Lauryn.

"You have to be more persuasive than that," Lauryn rolled her eyes at me.

I stuck my tongue out in a childish manner and started the charm-talk. "Reyna! There's a sale in aisle three! It contains all sorts of-" I didn't even need to finish. Reyna shot up faster than a speeding bullet, her eyes wide.

"What brands-" Reyna stopped when she noticed the glass walls and floors. "Where are we?" Lauryn and I shared a glance.

"We don't know. We just woke up, and 'BAM'! We're in a room with too much glass," I explained.

"B-But, weren't we just sleeping in the grass, back near Long Island?" Reyna asked.

I gave a slight nod. "We don't know how we got here."

Lauryn butted in, "Why don't we stop worrying about how we got here, and start worrying on how to get out!" It seemed logical enough for me to agree.

Lauryn paced back and forth. "We were obviously kidnapped."

Wow. For the… 28th time today, perhaps?

"That statement seems to come up frequently nowadays," Reyna smirked, as if she were reading my thoughts. "But wouldn't we know if we were kidnapped?"

Before Lauryn could say anything, I answered the question. "I think they knocked us out. I woke up with a bad headache and vague memories of yesterday."

Lauryn had a fake look of astonishment on her face. "How would you know that?"

I smirked. "Intellectuality runs in my family."

"You probably inherited it from your mother's side."

"You're probably right."

"Alright, enough. Can we just focus on more important matters here?" Reyna asked.

"Okay. So, back to the question: how are we going to get out?" Lauryn asked no one in particular.

Crash!

The loud bang rang (Hey, that rhymes!) in my ears. The impact was so strong, that it knocked me off my feet and sent me sprawling on the ground. It hurts pretty bad to fall on a strong glass floor.

30 seconds passed, and the crashing stopped. I looked around. Reyna and Lauryn were on the floor also, but this time they didn't look unconscious.

"Is everyone okay?" Lauryn asked.

"Yea," Reyna mumbled.

My head hurt worse than before. I ran my fingers across my head, and immediately regretted it. Pain surged through me as blood was smeared onto my fingers.

"My head is bleeding," I said out loud.

Reyna and Lauryn rushed over to me.

"It's not that bad. Just a little blood and a big bump," Lauryn announced after checking out my injury. "You might need this." She ripped off the sleeve of her shirt. She then ripped it apart, so the sleeve now looked like two pieces of cloth. After that, Lauryn threw one of the pieces to the side and wrapped the other around the bloody part of my head.

"It's good to apply pressure to the wound," Lauryn shrugged.

"Thanks," I croaked, my throat dry.

"We've got to get out of here, fast," Reyna gulped.

"Other than the fact that this glass 'box', let's call it, almost killed us, why?" Lauryn asked.

"Look down," Reyna gulped again, looking straight down at the transparent floor.

I complied and looked down.

Uh-oh.

Things are about to take a turn, for the worse.

Well, that was short! Hopefully most questions will be answered in the next chapter. I'm not sure when I'll be able to update next, since you all know I am busy.