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This dream was fuzzy. She could make out Leo, quite close to her face. He was crying, she was sure he was crying. Why was he crying? Everything was so fuzzy. His voice warbled and distorted as if speaking through a badly tuned radio. What? She tried to say, shifting. She was lying on a floor, her entire midriff seemed to be on fire.

"Lou, stay- be OK- at me, just look- Lou-" The dream crackled and buzzed, and she wasn't on the floor anymore. She sat to one side, watching it all come into focus. She saw herself, lying on the floor, surrounded by blood stemming from her stomach. Leo used both hands to try and stop the bleeding, smiling encouragingly through his tears. His clothes were drenched crimson, he sniffed, wiping his cheek on his shoulder. "Stay awake, Lou, you have to stay awake. Percy can help you; he just needs to…" He faltered, glancing up. Louisa looked around- they were on a ship. Was this the Argo II? Weird dolphin-men hybrids chattered and swarmed their friends. Percy was duelling someone in full golden armour. He lost his sword in a matter of seconds.

Leo was talking again; she found her attention pulled back to him, like a magnet. "You stay awake for me, Lou, you stay awake and then you'll be OK." His voice cracked and he shifted closer on his knees. "Don't- don't leave me." He requested, tipping his head to try and catch her gaze. Louisa watched herself smile lopsidedly, delirious. Leo shook his head, forced a smile. "No, no, who else am I going to blow things up with? Hey." He shook her gently, reaching into his tool belt. He drew wads of cloth, pressing those to her wounds. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. "Oy. Look at me. Do as you're told." She whined, struggling to keep her eyes open. "Where's that stubbornness, mm? I bet I can keep my eyes open longer than you."

"Fuck… off…" She managed, squinting at him. Leo coughed a laugh.

"Make me." He challenged. For a brief second, she looked at him, full intention of making him. Then it was gone. She couldn't move, limbs leaden, head impossibly heavy. Leo called her again, the moment of playful teasing gone. "No, no, no, wake up. Wake up wake up wake up." He swallowed nervously, biting his lip. "Hey, what did we agree on?" She stared at him blearily, wrinkling her nose. "You can't leave me." He ordered. "You…" He sniffed, giving her another little shake. "I can't lose you." He tried for another smile, the expression wobbling under fresher bout of sobs. "Don't leave me, Lou, I can't lose you too. You… you're everything to me, please… please don't…" His head bowed, shoulders hunching. Dream-Louisa reached out her hand, she could not bear to see him like this. Her hand passed right through him. "You're st-stubborn and… and temperamental and insane and I don't think I can… I can't go back to living without you, it's not… I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it, I need you, I… please stay awake, Lou, please." He coughed, sniffing and blinking tears away. He began to say more. Something else caught his eye.

Dolphin-hybrids were throwing themselves overboard, panicking and hysterical. The golden man was yelling at them. Then there was a large, growling bear and he disappeared over the side with his crew. Leo hiccupped, smiling again, fresh tears hitting his face. "Lou, look at me! Percy did it! Percy's coming to help you, just hold on!" A shadow fell over her dream self. She looked up in time to see her brother and then it all changed.

She found herself staring at a ceiling, in place of her brother. Something bumped her knee and she looked down. Lucy-Jo sat opposite her, holding a fan of cards.

"Your turn." She said, bored. They were sat in a relatively medium-sized bedroom, although it was rather lacking in anything personal. They sat on a bed, either end, playing cards on plain linen. The walls were a cream colour, void of photographs and posters. The lights were circles embedded in the ceiling, the red curtains were the only pop of colour in the room, a dark grey carpet. There was a door behind her, she saw the tiles of a bathroom floor.

She set a card down, not sure what game they were playing, but letting the memory take control. Lucy-Jo sighed, thumbing her cards before picking up another. "This sucks." She huffed.

"I'm very sorry."

"No, not you." Lucy-Jo scowled, shaking her head. Louisa said nothing, putting down another card. "Boss keeps doing this to me, it's annoying."

"But if that other dude's after ya-"

"He can bring it on." Lucy-Jo smacked a card down. "I'm better in the field, he knows that!" Louisa nodded, but this version of her wasn't really listening. She got the feeling she had heard Lucy-Jo rant like this before.

Lucy-Jo sighed, re-arranging her cards. "Thing is though, he told me about the case file."

"Wait, what? You ain't even on the case."

"I know!" She exasperated. "Bet it's to make me suffer. He's like that sometimes." She muttered a few curses. Louisa let her mutter away, continuing the game in silence. "You probably think I'm being selfish."

"Mm?"

"Wanting all the cases."

"Ya've obviously got a reason for it."

"I want out, Lou. I want to get me, Neville and Joel out. And the only way to do that is to take these cases, save the money and just… run."

"Where?"

"Anywhere. Here, we could come with you."

"Like my life is any less mad. Ya get paid for it here. Ya get a fuckton of money here."

"It's not a good system." Lucy-Jo shook her head. "It's… it's not worth it. Yeah, we… we deal with some pretty big players, we straighten things out, but… I don't want that. And if I get out, I'm not leaving the boys behind, no way."

"D'ya think you'll do it?"

"I can hope."

"Why don't ya just go now?"

"I want to make sure we'll be safe first. I really need to find somewhere Boss won't find us."

"Bermuda Triangle."

"I'm serious, Lou."

"So am I. It's full of monsters, you'd love it."

"Somewhere safe."

"Oh, right." Louisa shrugged unhelpfully. Lucy-Jo set down her hand, stretching her arms over her head and arching her back. "I can help." Louisa offered. "When ya ready, I can send pegasi or I can come 'n' get ya, we'll go by sea."

"Joel would love that."

"I'm sure he would. Ya'll gotta meet Bob."

"Your shark friend?"

"Yep."

"Thanks, Lou." Someone knocked on the door. "Name!" Lucy-Jo called.

"Your favourite brother!" Neville stuck his head in. "And Joel." There was a bit of a kerfuffle and then Joel's head appeared too, grinning above Neville's.

"Hi!" He pushed on Neville's shoulders and then they were in, playfully swatting at each other. "What's up, 'Murica?"

"Stop it." Louisa warned, trying not to smile.

"Boss wants to talk to you, L.J." Neville said. "Says to stop you whining, he found another case. It's bigger."

"Bigger?" Lucy-Jo repeated warily. Neville nodded.

"That's all he said. No, wait, that's a lie. He said stealth, minimum blade."

"Bloody hell." Lucy-Jo pinched the bridge of her nose. "It's not even worth it, it's not even going to be worth it." She motioned at them, some version of a wave, and took her leave, grumbling. Neville and Joel glanced at each other and then at Louisa.

"She's happy."

"She's really not." Joel shook his head. "Oh, you're being sarcastic."

"Mm-hm." Louisa nodded. He stuck his tongue out at her. She replied in kind, losing them to shadows as the dreams morphed again. This was getting a bit annoying, how many dreams did she need?

They were in a semi-dark tunnel, Ancient Greek graffiti on the walls, ceramic shards and silver coins sliding under her feet. She could sense more tunnels expanding outwards.

"The tunnel from here is unstable." Louisa looked round. A small girl stood at the front of the group, golden eyes amber in the darkness. Leo stood behind her, hand aflame, next to a tall, muscular boy with dark hair. Then Jason, moving closer to Leo, and the girl with feathered, braided hair, looking apprehensively at their surroundings. And then it was Louisa and the dark-haired boy with dark eyes, at the back. He was holding her hand. She felt it was a bit of a restraint, but also reassuring. "The floor…" The girl continued. "Just step exactly where I step."

Their group began to move, taking care to step where the leading girl did.

They did not move far. Leo crashed into Jason when he stopped suddenly. He was about to protest, then realised Jason was trying to get the tall boy's attention.

"Frank!" He whispered, lining the name to Louisa's memory. That was Frank, holy shit, he was taller than she expected! "Hazel," Jason called, "hold up a sec." The girl at the front stopped. And that was Hazel! Leo had written their names on Louisa's drawings, but seeing them in front of her, seeing them respond to their names, it cemented it. That was Frank and Hazel!

Louisa…

Jason tapped Frank's arm. "Frank, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Frank mumbled. "I just-" He froze. His head whipped round, scanning everything and nothing frantically.

Louisa…

"Frank, don't move!" Hazel called, alarmed. Frank looked down, almost stepping out of the line. He kept still, but peered back into the shadows.

"Lead where?" He asked.

Louisa, don't ignore me again…

"Uh, big guy?" Leo laughed nervously. "Could you not freak out on us? Please and thank you."

You left me once, Louisa. Are you going to leave me again? Louisa looked round. She could see nothing but shadows, but something was there, a flickering presence in the darkness. You were supposed to save us. All of us.

She knew that voice.

It had not been so reproachful in life.

"I'm… I'm OK." Frank stammered. "Just… just a voice."

You let me die, Louisa.

"I did warn you." Nico was saying. "It'll only get worse. We should-" Louisa never learned what they should do. She lunged from his hold, desperate, angry, the need to right a wrong pushing her on. Hands made grabs for her, but nothing substantial. The floor cracked under her feet.

That's it. The voice said. She could see him now. Come with me. Marco said. We'll go where you belong. He smiled at her, cold and detached. This was not the Marco she knew. Marco had sacrificed himself, he had told her, ordered her to get the others out.

But had she done right? Could she have saved them all? The place had been coming down, under her power, Lucy-Jo was injured. It would have been fatally so if Louisa hadn't slathered her arm with water.

This way, Louisa. Marco turned, motioning to her to follow.

Then the boy was there. He just appeared from the shadows, grabbing her hand again. They melted into the darkness, cold and full of whispers. She heard a scream, flinched, and then they were with the group. "Lou," the boy said, squeezing her fingers painfully, "look at me."

"I saw-"

"I know."

"But-"

"I know, Lou." How did he know? "But we need you to focus. Percy needs you to focus."

"R-right." She nodded, picking at her lip. Why did Percy need her to focus? Where were they? What was going on?

Shadows overtook everything again. She really detested these dreams.