I'm not dead! It just feels like I am. I am so sorry this has taken so long, I really underestimated senior year. I have been busy with school work and applying for colleges and scholarships. I also have been working over the weekends and it feels like I am finally getting a breather from everything. I really hope you enjoy the chapter!

BOB SERIOUSLY KNEW HOW TO USE A BROOM.

"It was Bob!" Jason said in relief that it wasn't a new enemy ready to attack his friends.

He slashed back and forth, destroying the demons one after the other while Small Bob the kitten sat on his shoulder, arching his back and hissing.

In a matter of seconds, the arai were gone. Most had been vaporized. The smart ones had flown off into the darkness, shrieking in terror.

Percy wanted to thank the Titan, but his voice wouldn't work. His legs buckled. His ears rang. Through a red glow of pain, he saw Annabeth a few yards away, wandering blindly toward the edge of the cliff.

"Oh no!" Lucy cried, she really wanted to give Percy and Annabeth a huge hug right now.

"Uh!" Percy grunted.

Bob followed his gaze. He bounded toward Annabeth and scooped her up. She yelled and kicked, pummeling Bob's gut, but Bob didn't seem to care. He carried her over to Percy and put her down gently.

The Titan touched her forehead. "Owie."

Annabeth stopped fighting. Her eyes cleared. "Where— what—?"

"He can do that!? I was wondering how Annabeth could see again." Frank said as he looked up from the book to face Percy and Annabeth. Percy just nodded trying not to think of the pain he was in from the Arai's curses.

She saw Percy, and a series of expressions flashed across her face—relief, joy, shock, horror. "What's wrong with him?" she cried. "What happened?"

She cradled his shoulders and wept into his scalp.

Percy wanted to tell her it was okay, but of course it wasn't. He couldn't even feel his body anymore. His consciousness was like a small helium balloon, loosely tied to the top of his head. It had no weight, no strength. It just kept expanding, getting lighter and lighter. He knew that soon it would either burst or the string would break, and his life would float away.

Annabeth took his face in her hands. She kissed him and tried to wipe the dust and sweat from his eyes.

Bob loomed over them, his broom planted like a flag. His face was unreadable, luminously white in the dark.

"Lots of curses," Bob said. "Percy has done bad things to monsters."

"They try to kill him, he just defends himself!" A mortal yells.

"Can you fix him?" Annabeth pleaded. "Like you did with my blindness? Fix Percy!"

Bob frowned. He picked at the name tag on his uniform like it was a scab.

Annabeth tried again. "Bob—"

"Iapetus," Bob said, his voice a low rumble. "Before Bob. It was Iapetus."

"He remembered..." Hades whispered looking really pale.

The air was absolutely still. Percy felt helpless, barely connected to the world.

"I like Bob better." Annabeth's voice was surprisingly calm. "Which do you like?"

"I thought you didn't like him then," Hazel asked Annabeth. "I was starting to warm up to him and he had just saved our lives. That helped me get over my distrust."

The Titan regarded her with his pure silver eyes. "I do not know anymore."

He crouched next to her and studied Percy. Bob's face looked haggard and careworn, as if he suddenly felt the weight of all his centuries.

"I promised," he murmured. "Nico asked me to help. I do not think Iapetus or Bob likes breaking promises." He touched Percy's forehead.

"Owie," the Titan murmured. "Very big owie."

Percy sank back into his body. The ringing in his ears faded. His vision cleared. He still felt like he had swallowed a deep fryer. His insides bubbled. He could sense that the poison had only been slowed, not removed.

"Better than being dead, but how did you heal yourself than if Bob couldn't fix all of the damage?" Reyna asked. Percy responded by smiling down at Annabeth gently "We made a new friend and he even gave Annabeth her sword."

But he was alive.

He tried to meet Bob's eyes, to express his gratitude. His head lolled against his chest.

"Bob cannot cure this," Bob said. "Too much poison. Too many curses piled up."

Annabeth hugged Percy's shoulders. He wanted to say: I can feel that now. Ow. Too tight.

"Sorry" Annabeth whispered "It's ok"

"What can we do, Bob?" Annabeth asked. "Is there water anywhere? Water might heal him."

"No water," Bob said. "Tartarus is bad."

I noticed, Percy wanted to yell.

"Wow even half dead and not able to speak you manage to be sassy." Thalia said while snickering behind her hand.

At least the Titan called himself Bob. Even if he blamed Percy for taking his memory, maybe he would help Annabeth if Percy didn't make it.

"No," Annabeth insisted. "No, there has to be a way. Something to heal him."

Bob placed his hand on Percy's chest. A cold tingle like eucalyptus oil spread across his sternum, but as soon as Bob lifted his hand, the relief stopped. Percy's lungs felt as hot as lava again.

"Tartarus kills demigods," Bob said. "It heals monsters, but you do not belong. Tartarus will not heal Percy. The pit hates your kind."

"I don't care," Annabeth said. "Even here, there has to be someplace he can rest, some kind of cure he can take. Maybe back at the altar of Hermes, or—"

In the distance, a deep voice bellowed—a voice that Percy recognized, unfortunately.

"I SMELL HIM!" roared the giant. "BEWARE, SON OF POSEIDON! I COME FOR YOU!"

"Oh Hades! You guys really got to go!" Nico said

"Polybotes," Bob said. "He hates Poseidon and his children. He is very close now."

Poseidon looked like he was going to rush over and take Percy and never let him go. The Arai attack and now Polybotes was closing in and his heart really couldn't take much more. Immortal or not he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Annabeth struggled to get Percy to his feet. He hated making her work so hard, but he felt like a sack of billiard balls. Even with Annabeth supporting almost all his weight, he could barely stand.

"Bob, I'm going on, with or without you," she said. "Will you help?"

The kitten Small Bob mewed and began to purr, rubbing against Bob's chin.

Bob looked at Percy, and Percy wished he could read the Titan's expression. Was he angry, or just thoughtful? Was he planning revenge, or was he just feeling hurt because Percy had lied about being his friend?

"There is one place," Bob said at last. "There is a giant who might know what to do."

"Giant as in Gaea's children Giants?" Jason asked, looking incredulously at the couple. Percy and Annabeth just smiled at him and that answered that question.

Annabeth almost dropped Percy. "A giant. Uh, Bob, giants are bad."

"One is good," Bob insisted. "Trust me, and I will take you…unless Polybotes and the others catch us first."

"Please tell me they don't catch up!" Frank said while closing the book. Poseidon just grabbed the book and began to read again before anyone could answer.