His need to find concrete proof of Percy's faults had brought him to where he was now, waiting outside Annabeth and Percy's apartment building, waiting for them to leave. If Brett really stopped to think about what he was doing, he probably would have realized that he was acting absolutely insane, but he was in too deep now to think about turning back.

He had already spotted Sally, and who he assumed was Percy's dad, leave together earlier that morning, so when Percy and Annabeth walked out the door hand-in-hand, he knew that now was his chance.

He entered the building, trying not to act suspicious, and made his way toward Annabeth's apartment. He had only been there once, when they had worked on a school project together, but he remembered which one was hers.

He grabbed his amateur lockpicking kit, hoping he would be able to pick the lock, but when he grabbed the knob he found that the door was already unlocked. Brett thought that was strange. It had been unlocked last time he had been there too, but at least then there had been someone home. But to leave the door unlocked when everyone was out? That was incredibly unsafe. Brett would have to find a way to bring that up to Annabeth.

Brett wasted no time in his search. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, but he knew he would know when he saw it. His search of the living room came up empty. There was nothing unusual except for maybe the large number of photos sprinkled throughout the room. There were of course the typical ones of Percy as a young child, and plenty more of him as he grew older. There were also pictures of Annabeth, which Brett found a little strange considering that she wasn't Sally's daughter, but Brett figured it was okay because she lived there. What Brett found more strange were the photos with neither Percy nor Annabeth in them at all. It seemed to be a totally random collection of teenagers, ranging from preteen to college aged kids. None of them looked alike enough to be related, but the one thing that did connect them was the orange shirts they all wore. All the pictures seemed to have been taken at that mysterious summer camp that Annabeth went to, but Brett didn't know what the connection was to Sally, and why she would have all these pictures of random kids in her living room.

Brett moved onto the bedrooms. He skipped over what he assumed was Sally's room, and searched through Annabeth's room quickly, but didn't find anything suspicious. Percy's room he searched more thoroughly, looking in any possible hiding place to try to find evidence that he was cheating or involved in a gang- really anything that would prove to Annabeth that Percy was no good.

Despite all his searching, he still didn't find any evidence, but Brett didn't give up hope. Maybe Percy was smart enough not to hide anything incriminating in his bedroom. He moved onto the last room in the hall- the guest bedroom.

Except it didn't look like a typical guest bedroom, with pretty but generic artwork, an empty closet, and bare surfaces. Instead, the room looked lived in. The closet was full to bursting with clothes, small knick knacks littered every available surface, and more pictures of random teenagers in orange camp t-shirts covered the walls. Was there someone else staying here? But upon closer inspection Brett realized that it wasn't just one someone, it was multiple people who had laid claim to this room. The clothes in the closet were all different sizes, and the mix of items scattered throughout the room varied too widely in taste to all belong to one person. There must be a steady stream of people all staying at Annabeth's apartment, and they all obviously felt comfortable enough here to make their mark on the place.

Brett didn't know where to begin, but eventually decided to start by searching the closet. When that yielded nothing, he moved onto the dresser, then the bedside tables. He was just about to give up when he noticed something peeking out from under the bed. It was a scrapbook, bound with leather. The words 'The Story of Percabeth' were etched into the cover in gold lettering. Brett flipped it open and read the handwritten inscription on the inside of the cover.

This book documents the story of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase- the couple most beloved by Aphrodite. As the children of the goddess of love, it is our sacred duty to record their story for future generations. It is a story of heroism, sacrifice, tragedy, friendship, and love. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase will live on in our history as legendary heroes, and it is our hope that this book will help preserve their history, and humanize them when their stories become too godly. -Silena Beauregard and the Aphrodite Cabin

Brett didn't understand what most of the note meant. He knew that they were referencing Greek mythology, but what about Annabeth and Percy's story has anything to do with heroism and tragedy?

There were more comments written in a variety of different handwriting styles covering the rest of the page. Clearly this was a collaborative project. Brett continued reading in hopes that he would find something useful.

At the time this book is being created, Percy and Annabeth are still 'just friends' but it is only a matter of time before they inevitably get together. Everybody can see it except them. -Silena

I'd like to mention that most of these photos were taken by us -Travis Stoll

Yeah, we deserve some of the credit -Connor Stoll

If I credited everyone who helped put this scrapbook together the list would be longer than the actual book. -Silena

She has a point -Thalia Grace

I think you're forgetting that Aphrodite actually provided us with most of these photos. -Grover Underwood

What was with the obsession with Greek mythology that seemed to engulf Annabeth's entire group of 'friends'? It was like Brett couldn't go two minutes without hearing another Greek reference. And why were all of their friends so invested in Percy and Annabeth's relationship? If the comments were to be believed, this book was started before they were even dating. Brett skipped past other random comments made by others and read the last comment at the very bottom of the page.

I found this book hidden in the Aphrodite cabin- most likely to keep it from Percy and Annabeth when they were doing cabin inspections, otherwise I have no doubt it would be proudly displayed in the center of the cabin. Lacy says that this was Silena's pet project, and no one felt particularly motivated to continue it after her death. But I feel like it is my duty as the new head counsellor of the Aphrodite cabin to continue her work. I hope to honor her with this book, and I know she is happy in Elysium. -Piper Mclean

None of what he read had cleared up any of his questions- if anything it had only given him more- but if this scrapbook told the story of Percy and Annabeth's relationship, maybe Brett would be able to find something in it to help Annabeth get free. At the very least he'd understand more about what he was dealing with.

Brett didn't know how long he had been in their apartment, and he didn't know how much longer he had before someone would come back, so he quickly closed the book and made his way down the hall, hoping to exit as quickly as possible. He had made it to the living room and was almost to the door when it swung open. Brett froze. Sally Jackson stood in the doorway in front of him, arms full with bags of groceries. What was she going to do to him? She had come home to find a stranger standing in her living room; Brett didn't know what was going to happen next, but he knew it wouldn't be good.

"Oh, hello, dear," Sally greeted, not nearly as surprised as she should be at finding a strange teenage boy in her apartment. She calmly walked past him to set her groceries on the coffee table, closing the door behind her deftly with her foot. "I don't think I've met you before," she said to him as she turned back to where he was still frozen in shock. "I'm Sally. And what's your name, dear?"

Brett was so startled that he simply answered the question. "B-Brett, ma'am."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Brett." She went straight past a handshake and embraced him in a motherly hug. "Welcome to my home. Do you need anything? We've got ambrosia and nectar in the first aid kit under the sink, and there's extra clothes in the bedroom- I'm sure no one would mind you borrowing some. Are you hungry? I can whip something up really quick."

Brett just stood there staring dumbly. Why was she reacting like this to some stranger who broke into her home? She didn't even seem the least bit surprised or worried. What kind of person offers food and clothes to a burglar? "No, ma'am, I'm alright," he managed to stutter out.

"Well just let me know if you change your mind. And of course you are welcome to anything in the kitchen at any time if you want to grab something for yourself. Do you need a place to stay for a couple days? You know the guest room is always open."

Who was this woman? This was not a normal reaction to any of this. Did she often have strays showing up in her house? Did she offer them all a bed to sleep in and a hot meal?

"That's okay," Brett assured timidly. "I really should get going."

"If you're sure," Sally said, sounding like she didn't want to let him leave that easily. "Just know my door is always open if you need anything."

She walked him to the door, and just as he was about to leave she pulled him into one last hug. "Be safe," she whispered, before letting go.

"Brett was so startled that he just said, "I will, thank you," and hurried away, eager to leave the strange situation.