Tony's POV:
I could walk around camp, easy. Except it wasn't me who was walking around camp, it was like, the spirit me. The REAL me was lying in the sick bay unmoving for the past seventeen or so hours. The spirit me was giving up on EVER finding Aster. Where was she? Didn't she care about me anymore? Well, obviously not. She was somewhere else entirely while spirit me was restless, real me was unconsious, and the only other part of me had been trapped in a nightmare that grew steadily worse every minute I lay there.
So I did the natural thing. I beat my spirit head on a pole until the pain was horrible. Then I went for a swim in the Little Tiber.
Where.
Was.
ASTER?!
I thought she was my friend, I thought she cared about me.
But she was nowhere to be found. She was probably at McDonalds. Relaxing. Sipping a wildberry smoothie.
Hmph.
