Frederick Chase was home early, a rare occurrence. He also wanted to surprise his daughter. Annabeth was home today.
He strode through the door of his home and then stopped in his tracks.
"Get away from here, monster!" his wife yelled at his daughter.
"I'm not a monster! I fight them!" Annabeth fought back, tears in her eyes. He was still frozen.
"I don't care! I want you and your sorcery away from this house!"
"Fine!" his daughter yelled. She picked up her bags, laying by her feet, and ran out of the open door—not noticing him standing there.