After dinner, I race back to my cabin and lay down, thinking.

"Annabeth, I need help on figuring out what to pack," Dipper cautiously steps into the Athena Cabin. I think about it and reply, "Maybe some clothes... I'll find you and your sister some ambrosia, nectar, and a few drachma." I finish packing everything in my backpack except for my Yankees cap. "Listen Dipper, do you have anything that could help us in Gravity Falls?" "Yeah, I have a book... That's at my house. Darn it! Wait, I might have notes," Dipper pulls out a bunch of papers from under his pine tree cap. "Like Abraham Lincoln," I say out loud.

"Oh, pulling stuff out of your hat? No, Lincoln used it to hide the third hand he had coming out of his head," Dipper nonchalantly replies. Sure I'm startled, but a demigod's life is full of weirdness. "Got it!" Dipper pulls out a stack of scribbles and symbols. He lets me take a look, and it's full of creepy handwriting that's in a language that I've never seen. Gnomes, video games, wax sculptures? Yes, this is beyond weird. "Well, this is not what I was expecting from a quest, but it's nice to have a challenge," I say. I thank Dipper and walk with him to the campfire. I've never gotten to live a normal life, but Dipper seems extremely mature. I hope everyone is like him in the outside world, but that's too much to ask for. All I'm worried about is that Aphrodite will play tricks on my mind and make me fall in love with one of the most sarcastic and oblivious people I will ever meet. Curse love.

"Annabeth? Are you okay?" Dipper's beginning to look worried from me zoning out for a few moments. "Yeah, I was just thinking..." I trail off, hoping to signify I don't want to talk about it anymore. He nods and says, "Thanks for being nice to Mabel and me. It's just that everything is all of a sudden and I feel like I'm being forced into a situation that I'm not ready for." Wow, I've never met anyone brave enough to admit it. Most heroes are like, "Sure it's a big situation, but of course I'll succeed and be honored through stories!" Dipper is real, and so is Mabel. They don't try being what they're not. Sometimes, I admit, I imagine myself surpassing the work of all heroes, making a piece of architecture that will last forever. I wonder what Dipper and Mabel's fatal flaws are. I assume that Dipper would be most likely killed in a situation that involved protecting his sister, and Mabel would most likely be killed by running out of creative ideas on how to deal with monsters. She has already shown me part of the list she's making:

1. Trap them in a jar of mayonnaise.

2. Teach them how to dougie. They'll never get tired of it.

3. Find a way to convince the monster that he's a fairy.

4. Use a time machine to make sure they are killed before they can kill you.

5. Ask Hades to cut you some slack if you forget to duck during a sword fight.

6. Don't worry, pigs outsmart many monsters.

She's creative, but I doubt many of these will ever work.

"Annabeth? We're here," Dipper says as I come back into reality. It's nearly dark and the flames aren't very high. I can tell Chiron is bored as well, because he brings up Apollo's quest. "I have barely heard of Gravity Falls, but Dipper and Mabel spent last summer there, so may we have some background information?"

Mabel begins with, "I won Waddle's at a cheap fair we went to! A creepy kid named Gideon is still after me and my little brother! I met the 8 and half president there! We were nearly killed by a creepy candy monster during Summerween! My brother has a crush on Wendy, a girl that worked with us at my great uncle's store!" Dipper hides his head while everyone, including Chiron, is trying to comprehend every sentence Mabel had just recited. Hmmm, Dipper has a crush? I wish I had never known that...

Chiron decides it's best if we just go instead of sorting out everything here, considering that our lives depend on this. Travis, Luke, and the twins are all ready so Argus drives us to the airport and we board an airplane. Mabel instantly begins crawling around the first class seats, courtesy of Zeus when he's in a good mood. Travis plants some magical whoopee cushions. What makes them magical: the color and scent. Three times the embarrassment!

I'm surprised we haven't been attacked yet, but Mabel had recently spilled a large amount of garlic and watermelon shampoo on us. Everyone complained, but Luke said that it was better than smelling like a monster's lunch. Dipper's doing so many math problems, even though he has ADHD, but not dyslexia. I guess he can't stop doing work while most half bloods can concentrate on stuff like that, including me. "Uh, you guys, we have a 93.6% chance that there is a monster on this plane. I included all of the variables: the amount of people, the speed of the plane, the approximate time, the position of our seats compared to the entire plane, the fact that we had to be shushed because of Travis and Mabel, everything!" Dipper starts working on his will. "What's a variable?" Mabel asks. Travis stops goofing off, "I wish we had a satyr with us or even a cyclopes. They can smell monsters, while this garlic is ruining my reputation with the cute girls across the aisle." I roll my eyes and try to stay alert. That means no sleeping on the plane, or we'll need shifts. "I'll stay up with Dipper. You guys can have some rest," Luke suggests. I nod and relax in the huge chair. Mabel turns herself upside down and falls asleep while Travis messes with unsuspecting flight attendants until I tape him to his seat. I slowly close my eyes and hope that we'll be able to pull this quest off.