A/N: I've fixed chapter 29! I'm not side what happened there, but it's fixed! I kept getting emails saying 'what' and 'fix it', so I had to go see what was wrong. OOPS! But it should be fixed now. So go back and read it, or this chapter wont make any sense. Here's chapter 30:

Percy

I opened the heavy oak door to Dad's office.

"It seems we have something to talk about."

"Err, we do?" I stuttered. He gestured for me to sit down in one of the short, heavy chairs. I ease into ones them, feeling the heavy gaze of my father's eyes. Sea green, like mine, though his look tired. Dark circles grace the area underneath.

He raised an eyebrow. "I assumed that, since you are knocking on the door of my office, you wish to speak to me?"

"Err, yeah." I squirm in my seat. Maybe I can hide in the firm green cushions and never emerge.

"Well?" He crosses his arms lightly. He waits for me to begin.

"I- I was wondering, since Annabeth's relationship with her parents is so strained, if it would be in our best interest to postpone their arrival until the day before the wedding." I study my father's face. When I look at him, I see what features I get from him, and which ones in get from Mom. Dad and I share the same eyes, ears, height, and hair color, though the texture is more like Mom's. His skin looks paler, though that could just be the lighting.

It doesn't take long for him to answer, and when he does, it isn't what I was expecting. He's... Elated? "I thought you'd never ask! Don't get me wrong, Annabeth's a lovely girl, but that stepmother of hers..." Dad shudders and sticks out his tongue. "I spoke to her on the phone one afternoon. What a dreadful woman." He tsks and shakes his head.

O-kay then. I'm not so sure I want to meet Carol if the general consensus is that she's a horrible witch.

I relax in the chair a bit, and begin to study the office. He doesn't usually keep it in such a messy state. There's dust covering every surface, and big yellow manila folders everywhere. The surface of his desk isn't able to be seen,it's covered in so many papers and blueprints. I pick up a sketch, for an aquarium opening in Chicago. It's a basic plan for a dolphin tank, and looks like an underwater playground. I run my thumb over the lines of the drawing before setting it back down and picking up another.

"Percy." Dad says. I look up from another drawing and see him, holding out a thick brown folder, overflowing with papers. "Your mom designed these."

I gingerly lift then first page from the folder. The paper seems fragile, the edges yellowing with age. "How long ago did she design this?" It's incredible. The tank would be a cylinder, and a glass elevator would go up through the middle to allow people to observe the tank from the inside. Can this even be built?

Dad gives a small, sad smile. "A few years before you were born. Hades didn't like it," he says, as if that explains everything. And in a way, it does. Uncle Hades was known for being persnickety with everything. Anything we designed had to be approved by him first, and he preferred the more boring attractions. "I can't afford to have any accidents," he'd once said. "Do you know how many people could die if these tanks weren't perfect? The glass could collapse and they could drown. The fish could escape and poison them all." Uncle Zeus called him a Debbie Downer. His unstable wife, Persephone, thought so, too, but only six months per year. On the subject of Uncles...

"Dad?" I said hesitantly. Stop being silly, Percy. It's not a big deal. "You know Uncle Zeus' ex, the 80s movie star?"

Dad sat quietly for a moment, then took a sip of water. "Yes, I knew her. Before she disappeared. Why?"

"Do you know why she... Y'know... Disappeared?"

"I haven't the slightest. Percy, are you alright?" He leans over the desk to feel my forehead. "You probably ought to get to bed, take it easy. Can't have any more sick people in this house."

Carefully setting the designs back into the folder, I look at him. "Any more? Who else is sick?"

"One of the kitchen girls, I believe her name is Silenna. Just came down with the flu, the poor thing." His face twinges in sympathy.

"Oh." But I feel completely fine. "Well," I say, standing and backing towards the door. "I'll be going, I guess." I take one last look at the brown folder, when something else catches my eye.

"I'll be seeing you, Percy. Goodbye, and go get some rest. You've got a wedding coming up soon."

Once I close the door behind me, I allow myself a moment of panic. The envelope on Dad's desk was from a cancer research hospital.

And the only thought that crosses my mind is 'please. Please don't be sick. Please don't have cancer.'