I got to Annabeth's dorm, but the door was locked already.

I found a rock and chucked it forcefully at her window. The glass shattered upon contact.

"Dang it, Percy, that's the fifth time!" came Annabeth's angry voice. She backflipped out the window and fell into my arms.

"Sorry. I'm not good at everything, you know...despite what you believe about me..." I set her onto her feet and clasped my left hand into her right. We began to jive.

"What the heck, Percy. You have reached a new level of weird. You're lucky I'm attracted to good dancers."

Yes! Score!

"I'm worried, though, Percy. I'm worried that Nico will see us," she continued.

"Why?" I said, annoyed.

"Well...I mean, he seems to care an awful lot about your personal life lately. You know, with the whole potato farm ordeal today...don't you think that he'd respond similarly if were to see us enjoying ourselves, dancing together in the glorious moonlight? I just-"

I shushed her. "You talk too much."

We continued to dance.

"I wish we had music..." Annabeth said after a moment.

So I began to sing, too. I winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Swweeeeetttt Annnaaabbbeettthhhhh, yooouuuuu are my ggiiiirrrrrlllffrrriiieeennnddd...and I love to ssssiiinnnnggg toooo youuuuu whhiillleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...dancing."

She joined in. "Percy, I thhhiiiiinnnnkkkk youuuu cannnn bbbeeee a dddoooorrrkk sommetimes...actually mooossttt of the tiiimmeee, but I sstttilll thhhinnkk yyoouu're a sspplleennddidd...dancer."

And then a harmonious duet: "Honnneeeyy suggaahh, honey, I love you, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby, baby, baby, no, baby, baby, baby, oh, I thought you'd always be mine, mine...YYYEEAAAHHH!"

"That Bieber Fever, tho," came an incredible voice from the shadows.

I shrieked...again.

"You kids are so cute together," he remarked.

Annabeth and I looked at each other, then back at him.

"Morgan Freeman?"

Morgan Freeman. Of course.

"What are you doing here, Morgan Freeman?" Annabeth questioned. "I mean...not that we, like, don't want you here or anything..."

He chuckled. "Young lady...young man..." He stepped closer. "I came from the future. I was sent on a mission to find you two and to deliver a message to you."

"The future? Cool," I proclaimed in awe.

"Yes," he said with a smile. "Very cool, indeed."

Annabeth grew impatient. "So...what's the freakin' message, dawg?"

He stepped towards us and lovingly placed his hands on our shoulders like an old grandfather with his grandchildren. "Believe in yourself. Don't worry about the naysayers. Follow your dreams. You can do anything you put your mind to. People are counting on you. That is the message."

And just as soon as he had come, he left as he backed away into the shadows once more and vanished.

"Wow." I could not wipe the grin off of my face. "How amazing is that?"

"Well...hey, if Morgan Freeman wants us to keep potato farming, then so we shall," Annabeth exclaimed. I nodded in agreement, still completely blown away at the guy's legendary words.

"I do have one question, though..." Annabeth asked me.

"Yeah?"

She pulled herself out of my arms. "Why are you still dancing?"

I shrugged. I didn't feel like explaining what had happened with those Fred and George dudes.

She went back to her dorm and I danced back home, but for real this time.