Percy's POV

After helping Tucker up we got in the minivan. Argus turned the key and we were off.

We chatted about this and that as the journey wore on. But then something occurred to me. "I won't be able to use these, will I?"

"No, Percy you won't," Annabeth said. "Best for you, and you lot," She jabbed her finger at Danny, Danny and Cathy. "To stay on the ground."

"But what about in ghost form?" Cathy asked.

Annabeth looked thoughtful for a minute. "I suppose flying in ghost form is fine."

"Grover?" I said.

"Yeah?" He turned in his seat to look at me. ""What's up Percy?"

"How would you like some magic shoes?" I asked him.

"You mean it?" He replied.

"'Course I do," I said, throwing them at him.

"thanks Percy," Grover replied.

"So," Danny said, curiosity in his voice. "How far is Argus taking us?"

"To the bus station," Sam replied. "He's head of camp security, can't have him too far away."

"Yeah once we reach the bus station we're on our own!" Annabeth added.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Not awkward silence, not companionable silence, just silence.

Slowly, conversation started back up.