Eh, this one's even worse than the last one. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

"Oh my gods! Percy, can you drive faster?" Annabeth screeched. She looked so annoyed I flinched.

"Yeah man, you are going pretty slowly," came Grover's vote of support from the back seat. I hadn't even realized when he'd woken up. He still had the ability to fall asleep whenever he wanted; as soon as we sat in the 2009 Honda Accord, he passed out in the back on his bag. We were out of the city now, but there was slow traffic today. Hey, nobody likes going slow. Not even me.

"Oh, well, if you guys can magically unclog this freeway, I'll be glad to drive faster!" I snapped. "I don't like sitting in a car for hours on end, either!" This really wasn't like me. Usually, you wouldn't catch me snapping at people for no reason. I guess it was the battlefield reflexes combined with nerves.

I'd missed being on a quest, and I wasn't worried too much now. I was just afraid that we wouldn't have enough time to find vuretole. Or even find out what it was. And I was a still a little rattled about the prophecy— "You shall unveil memories of past." What memories? And who's past?

"And only one shall you take." Did I even need to start on that? I mean, come on! I'll take one of what? And where do I take it? I swear we had the world's worst oracle. Well, we had the world's only oracle, but still!

And what was the deal with Etgroftnig and Vuretole? Almost nobody knows what the disease is, and absolutely nobody knows what the cure is. And here we were, two fifteen year olds and a thirty-one year old, trying to find Zeus-knows-what. Oh wait, not even Zeus knows! Yay, and now we'll all go eat chocolate cake and ice cream!

I decided to share what I was thinking with Grover and Annabeth. (Not the cake part.) "Hey, you guys, do you have any idea what vuretole is?"

Both Grover and Annabeth were silent for a while. Grover spoke first. "I don't know, maybe it's like some herb or something. Like a natural medicine."

Annabeth agreed... kind of, "Yeah… or maybe it's not what it seems like. It could be a word puzzle, like a crossword, or an acronym."

I smiled to myself. Both of them thought like they lived; Grover, who was into the wild immediately thought of herbs, and Annabeth-the-wise-girl immediately thought that it was some sort of puzzle for her oversized, overgrown, over-thinking brain to unravel.

"I'm sure it is, Annabeth," I said. Note the sarcasm oozing from my voice.

"Hey, it's possible!" she tried to protest, but even I could tell that it was weak. She'd rejected the idea almost as quickly as it came up. Just then the traffic cleared, and I stepped on the gas pedal. Grover was thrown at the back of the seat.

"Hey, Grover, didn't you put on your seatbelt?" I teased. Annabeth shot me a glare.

"Even if he had put on his seatbelt, at the rate we're going, if we crash, we'll become teeny little," (she whispered 'teeny' and 'little') "GREASE SPOTS!" she finished yelling. Almost took out my eardrums, too. "When I told you we needed to get to the west coast quickly, I meant living and not dead! This might be hard for your seaweed brain to understand, but I don't need to go to Charon's Ferry! GODS!"

"Okay! I don't know what you people want from me!" I fake sobbed. I wasn't really mad or sad, but it was still kind of funny to annoy the two of them.

"FRIES!" Grover yelled from the backseat.

"What? Grover, did you just say fries?" Annabeth looked a little confused, and very mad. Oops. Better back off now, G-man…

"Yes, I said fries. Do you smell that? It smells great! Turn onto that exit, Perce, please," Grover was practically begging. I was pretty hungry, and no doubt Annabeth would be, too. I glanced at the clock. 1:38.

"Yeah, okay, let's have lunch," I decided, and the silver-blue Accord lurched off the freeway, and onto the exit.

*** {Time Skip} ***

We were on an old country road sooner or later; I never noticed when the paved roads became gravel. It didn't look like there had been anybody here for a decade. There was a billboard for that old movie, Pretty Woman. The one with Julia Roberts in it (And don't ask how I know. It involves 12 black candles, cayenne peppers, and a model brain).

I had the strangest sense of Déjà vu, like I'd been here before. The whole place looked a little creepy, I have to say. I mean, we'd been driving for a while now, and the time was around eight. Under the dark night, it looked like a…deserted ghost town. Weird.

"Hey g-guys? Is it just me, or have we been here, like, a long time ago?" Grover spoke from the backseat.

"Yeah, I have the same feeling-it's like this happened before, but not really. Like we we're looking at things from a different angle," Annabeth sounded a little creeped out, but not too scared. I was a little tense, and unless we watched Grover, it sounded like he'd eat our bags.

"It's so weird, I have the same feeling! I really don't like it. What is going on?" I sounded kind of shake up, I guess.

Before any of us had time to say anything else, we came upon a sign. A very familiar sign.

A red, cursive, neon sign.

Wow, it's 84 pages, literally!

On font size 72.

Ha Ha.

Yeah, nothing much happened here, but there's important foreshadowing. If you still don't get it, check out pages 149-188 of The Lightning Thief. Hopefully you'll figure it out!

Hopefully you know what to do… you don't? Oh, all you have to do is press that green button that says "Review this story/chapter". And then tell me what you thought.

About this chapter, I mean. Not your homework or anything else.