Congratulations to ADONAI63 and I KNOW THE ANSWER (unregistered reviewer) for figuring out my name! It did stand for Anne Shirley in Anne of Green Gables, by L.M. Montgomery. Hope you enjoyed your virtual cookies and brownies, guys!

Oh, and Bailay, you can have the cookies and Snickers!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Yahoo Maps. I don't own Florence, Italy or Florence, Washington, either.

"Okay, then…" I said. "So we need to go to Florence."

"I'll start the computer and check out Yahoo Maps," said Annabeth. The computer was really fast; in a minute Annabeth was scanning a page with a map on it.

"Yeah, this is it. I'm going to print out the map and the verbal directions," she said.

"Wait, those things give you the directions to the center of town. We need to get to the ocean side," I objected.

"Okay…oh, there's a bay. I can get the address to that," she said. Without waiting for an answer, her fingers streaked across the keyboard. Another map came up. This one led straight to the Pacific. "I'll print this out."

The printer coughed out the copies. As she had said, there was a map and verbal instructions.

"Hmmm…this says it should take 55 hours. We don't have a lot of time…" I said.

"I'll try to make—" Annabeth started, but suddenly everything started blurring, and I was aware of falling to the floor.

"Percy?" Annabeth called, alarmed. Grover came over and felt my forehead. I wanted to assure my friends that I was okay, but then I wasn't there anymore. I was on Ogygia.

Like last time, Ann—Calypso was kneeling over her garden. Weird that I thought of Annabeth immediately, right? The two look completely different.

"Hey, Calypso!" I yelled. She turned around and smiled almost immediately.

"Hello, Percy. I suppose you're visiting again?" she asked.

"Yup. But I'm pretty sure I passed out this time," I said. I wasn't worried, though—my head felt cloudy, like I was smelling laughing gas.

"I hope you are alright. So what did you want to talk about?"

"What? I wanted to talk?"

"Well, the last time you came you wanted to tell me something. Is there something bothering you now?" She asked.

"Well, we started on that quest I told you about. We've gotten pretty far, too. But we still need to get a bit farther before it's over."

"And Annabeth?"

"I'm worried about her. I think she's forgetting more than she's letting on," I said. It was true, too—I was worried sick about her. She kept blanking out, and she missed details. She had a hard time remembering things, even if they happened only an hour ago.

"Tell me more about your quest. Tell me what monsters you fought," she asked. "You are the only link I have to the real world, you know," she said a little sadly.

So I told her. I told her about Medusa and Pallas and meeting Demeter and Persephone. I told her about fighting the Dracaenae.

But I didn't tell her about the masquerade. I don't know why. It just didn't feel…right telling her. The dancing, the swinging, the singing with Annabeth all felt…private. I mean, Calypso was a friend of mine, but…

"So what do you need to do now?" she asked.

"We need to find out what Vuretole is."

"Hmm…something Annabeth said might be…" I didn't hear what she said next, because suddenly I wasn't standing on Ogygia anymore. I was in the third bed in the RV.

A girl was standing over me, but my eyesight was dark, and my brain was fuzzy, like I'd just woken up. "Calypso?" I asked.

The girl spun around quickly, but she didn't say anything for a while. Eventually she just whispered, "No, Percy," and ran out of the RV.

My eyesight returned in time to see a flash of honey blond hair. "Oh, Styx," I groaned softly. "That didn't go well." Throwing off the soft blanket covering me, I stepped out of the bed, but before I could step out of the trailer, it started moving really fast. And I mean at something like 80, and getting faster.

"Styx," I said again. She must really be mad at me if she wasn't even going to let me talk to her. Just then she slammed on the breaks, and I fell in the bed again. It was going to be a long day.

***

I sat in there for two hours—my eyes never left the clock. Grover and Juniper weren't there; I guessed that they were in the car with Annabeth. I was bored to death in there. I hadn't had the brains to bring something to do on this stupid quest (not that I'd have brought a book) but I decided to look through my bag anyway.

I remembered that we had stored the luggage in drawers—separate ones for all the people. But which was mine? I used the guess and check method and opened the first one. There was a red bag inside; not mine. My bag was black. Besides, the bag said 'Grover Underwood' on it in letters that took me a minute to decipher.

The second drawer had a tan/peach bag inside that was made of some strong cloth. This was so not mine; my bag didn't have flowers and vines embroidered on it.

Now mine was either in the third or fourth one. I opened the last one, the fourth one. Why? I've no idea.

This drawer had a blue bag in it with dark blue letters that said "Waterland" on it. It was Annabeth's old bag; the one she'd—ahem—acquired on our first quest. I hadn't realized that this was the bag she'd taken on this quest too.

Now, I knew that I should close the thing right there and then.

But I'm completely impulsive and ADHD, probably just like Pandora was. I couldn't resist the temptation, and I unzipped the bag.

I put my hand in and swished around in there. There were the clothes, but my fingers scraped something cold and metallic. I was about to yank it out and see what it was, but the car screeched to a stop, and I fell forward.

"I hate it when she does that," I muttered darkly. I waited for the car to start again, but it looked like we'd come to a complete standstill. Peering out the windows, I saw that we were in a parking lot again. I saw the three of them get out of the car, laughing at some joke.

I pulled my hand out of Annabeth's backpack, zipped it up quickly, and shoved it back into the drawer that was still open…just a second before she opened the door.

There was awkward silence between the four of us for a second, until Juniper laughed uncomfortably. "So, Percy, you're feeling better!"

"He's great," snapped Annabeth. "He'll drive now," she continued.

"All right," I said loosely. "You come and give me the directions, then."

"What? No way!"

"Why not?" I asked.

"Maybe you should ask C—" She stopped talking all of a sudden, like she didn't want to argue in front of Grover and Juniper. I was pretty sure my face was a sight. I was getting mad, because I knew what Annabeth had been about to say.

"You know what?" I asked angrily. "Fine. Maybe I will. But I won't ask you to do anything from now on, okay? You can just throw a big tantrum every time you get upset about anything."

"I will. I have no intention of talking to you for the duration of my entire life!" Annabeth's voice was like frozen acid—cold, hard, and deadly poisonous. If I hadn't been that angry at her, I would have flinched. Never before had we had a fight this colossal. "And you know what else? You didn't need to come back! You could have stayed there for the rest of your immortal life! And we wouldn't have cared! We can work perfectly well without you. So you can just stuff it and not brag all the time."

The words hit me like a slap in the face. Her sentences had started out loud and ended up freezing calm and cold. "Oh, I can't believe this! I brag? I'm the one who brags? At last check, I'm not the one who always, always has a plan. I'm not the one who has enough pride to get myself killed. I am not that one that still believes that I canBRING LUKE BACK!" I exploded.

And then she walked over and actually slapped me.

"You will not bring him into any conversation ever again."

"Or what? Will you throw another tantrum?"

"Shut up."

"Will you drive like a maniac?" I kept it up.

"I said, stop!"

"Will you hide behind Luke?"

She didn't answer. She pulled out her knife and in a movement too quick for me to see, slashed my arm.

I looked down and saw the blood trickle down my arm to my fingers. Slowly, I looked up. "You are unbelievable!" I screamed. I stormed out the door, making sure to slam it shut behind me.

Well, my writing style has problems. Originally, I was going to have them fight Laistrygonians, then I decided to have a quiet scene between Percy and Annabeth, and then it turned into…this.

Review, please!

BTW: Story part of chapter was 1,469 words…