Annabeth checked the rear view mirror. Leo was asleep again, but he appeared to be in agony.

"Percy." She warned. Percy looked too. He frowned.

"Really wanna know what he's seeing…" He mumbled. Annabeth nodded in agreement, occasionally checking on Leo, who remained pained and tense.

Leo felt lighter than air and invisible. The scene he was watching was slightly uncomfortable.

Louisa, about fifteen, maybe sixteen, was sitting in a cage, large enough to hold an elephant. Her wrists were bound together with thick metal shackles and she was chained to a wall. Clearly, she had temporarily retired from breaking free.

Clanging caught Louisa's attention. Leo's jaw dropped. Her eyes were so angry, angrier than he had ever seen, but that wasn't what had surprised him. It was the power in them, threatening torture and death on an extreme, godly, almost Titan stage. Leo wanted to cry for his mother, but with an antagonizing pang, he remembered his mother's tragic demise.

Another strange thing about Louisa was the wild look about her. She had told him that Jessica had found and adopted her when she was nine. But judging by the mud on her trainers and her tracksuit bottoms and the ripped sleeves of her black sweatshirt, she had been on the run again.

The clanging was caused by a sword being dragged across the bars by a man dressed entirely in black- black jeans; a black long-sleeved shirt and shined black shoes. His face remained hidden in the shadows. He did not speak, merely ran the imperial gold sword repeatedly along the bars.

"What'd ya want?" Louisa snarled, her fists clenching. A cold laugh rumbled in the man's chest, but he remained silent. Louisa grew agitated, on her feet and pulling away from the wall in seconds. She reached the bars before the chain was pulled taut.

The man pressed the tip of his weapon to her throat, but she remained unfazed.

No fear…

Leo remembered. He and Annabeth had laughed and joked about Louisa's lack of fear of anything. This was years ago, but he couldn't remember exactly when. The memory of it bought a smile to his face.

Louisa was shorter than the man by a good two, three inches, but that didn't stop her from spitting in his face.

Chica has guts…

The man growled, literally growled at her. He pulled his sword back, the point aimed at her head. Leo cried out, trying to move forward, but…

The scene changed, obscured by smoke.

Louisa was of similar age in this part of his strange, past discovering dream. This time, she was calm- well, calmer. And her clothes were in better condition, a clean, plain royal purple T-shirt, like the ones of Camp Jupiter, minus logos. She was wearing soccer shorts and her skin was nicely tanned. Her hair was in its usual ponytail and she wore a 'snapback' St Louis Cardinals' baseball cap.

A similar gleam of power was having a lid forced on it and Leo saw the war of keeping calm and unleashing rage going on behind her green eyes.

Louisa was glaring at a man Leo had never met before. He sort of looked like Superman.

"You are making this difficult." The man snarled, pointing accusingly at Louisa. She simply tucked her hands into her pockets. "Why are you doing this? Don't you want Jess happy?"

"She don't like bein' called Jess." Louisa grumbled.

"Well, she hasn't said anything against it."

"That's 'cos ya've got her wrapped around ya little finger." Louisa snapped. Leo noticed the tension in her body and knew she was itching to pound this guy into pulp.

"Oh, I've got her wrapped around my little finger?" The man gave a mocking laugh. Louisa's eyes hardened and Leo was sure her hands were clenched in fists in her pockets. Maybe even closed around the hilt of a knife- it was hard to tell with Louisa. "You're the one who has her around your little finger."

When Louisa next spoke, her voice was deeper in a cruel imitation of this man.

"Come on, Jess, let's go. We're doin' this today, Jess, not that. Do as I tell you Jess, what you have to do isn't as important."

"When have I ever said that?" The man raged.

"Oh, want somethin' that ya said?" Louisa sneered as the man glowered at her. She picked up her imitation of him again. "She's just stirrin' trouble again, Jess, leave her be."

"Had to pick one about you, didn't you?"

"There's more." Louisa growled. "Don't wear that, Jess, it makes you look fat." Louisa gritted her teeth in anger. "Ya called her fat. In no way, is Jessica fat."

"I never said that! You're just looking for attention again, aren't you? ADHD my arse," Louisa's eyes glinted dangerously. "This is all in your head, a cock and bull story of a mentally ill freak."

Leo didn't get to see Louisa's reaction. The scene was once more overcome with smoke.

Instantly, Leo noticed that he was underwater and was glad that he wasn't here in person. He would drown, but the pressure of being at the bottom of the sea would kill him. The Poseidon twins, naturally, didn't have these problems.

Louisa and her stepmother, Amphitrite, were having a bit of a stare-down. Poseidon lounged in his throne, studying the mosaic tile floor that displayed his kingdom. His expression was most troubled.

"The Lord declined your help. Now, leave." Amphitrite pointed sharply at the exit.

"Actually, he ain't said nothin' 'bout me leavin'. 'N' unless ya gonna make me, I ain't gonna leave." Louisa folded her arms stubbornly. Amphitrite glowered at her.

Louisa liked getting into arguments with adults, didn't she?

"Amphitrite, my dear?" The queen of the sea looked round at Poseidon, her expression softening into something more loving.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Would you be so kind to check on how the hippocampi are prepped?" Amphitrite curtseyed.

"Yes, my lord."

"Thank-you, my dear." Amphitrite straightened, shot a final glare in Louisa's direction before swimming away. "Louisa, I wish you would try to get along with her."

"It's not my fault." Poseidon sighed, his eyes glued to the mosaic. "OK, maybe a teensy bit." His tense features relaxed in a small smile. "She don't like me. At all."

"I take blame for that." Poseidon muttered.

"Thought ya might." Her father drew his eyes from the mosaic, his eyes humorous, but warning. Louisa simply smiled. Poseidon shook his head, a silent 'you're impossible, Louisa' and returned his gaze to the mosaic tiles. "Anythin' I can do?" Louisa asked helpfully. Leo half-expected the sea god to decline and send Louisa away to safety. But instead…

"I need you to get something for me." Louisa perked up.

"Go for it." Poseidon sat up straighter, looking his daughter in the eye.

Percy shook Leo awake. Leo mentally sighed, itching to know what Poseidon wanted his daughter to fetch.