Peter grinned at me and lightly walked over to Miranda. I got up and followed, understanding what he was thinking. He lightly shook Miranda and called her name.

She woke up glaring.

"What in the world do you think you are doing?" she yell-whispered.

"Waking you up?" I replied. She hit me and Peter rolled his eyes.

"We need to tell you something…" he started." Well you see, umm well, were like part god and we need to get out of here."

Seriously? I mean really, I had kind of gotten the feeling that he was almost like the leader of the group.

"Okaaaay… I'm gonna go to sleep now." Miranda said while starting to snuggle up in her blanket again.

"Miranda, listen to me for just a second. Have you ever been attacked by some weird people or animals?" I said. She gave me an are-you-really-gonna-keep-this-up-glare but, I could see the touch of fear that flowed into her eyes.

" I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that you have to move from foster home to foster home a lot? Cause some weird lawyer dude comes and does some legal crap and makes you all move?"

Miranda stared at me cautiously as she started to sit up again. Peter was staring at me with round, shocked brown eyes so, I figured I had hit the jack-pot.

"Well that's probably 'cause your god parent has a heart and sends someone to get ya'll out of there when monsters are coming." I finished. I hoped my speech had fixed her up and she would listen to us now.

"So you're saying I, Miranda Raeann Jones, am a demigod? A half-human –half god? A hero?" She asked me really fast. I grinned at her, seeing that she was starting to believe.

"Yep."

"For real? This isn't a dream?"

"No dream."

"Oh god!"

"Oh GODS" I corrected just to add to the weird feeling in the air. She started breathing kind of hard, but her eyes stormy eyes were starting to fill with true excitement. I shared a quick victory glance with Peter and waited for Miranda to be able to think straight.

After a few seconds her face took on a serious and determined look that seemed to naturally belong there.

"Why is it that you told me this now? How can it help us?" she asked.

"We need to get all of us out of here and to Camp Half-Blood." I said. Her face scrunched up in thought.

"Can you do anything special? Like run super fast or fly?"

I stuck my tongue out in disgust and folded my arms across my chest.

"No, but I can shadow travel which is SO much cooler than flying! What do you think I am? A son of Zeus?" I yelped indignantly. Again, seriously girl, what's your problem!

"Well then, who IS your godly parent?" Miranda said slightly defensive." And what's "shadow travel?"

"I'm a son of Hades and proud of it. And what do YOU think shadow traveling is." I said sarcastically. This girl was seriously getting on my nerves. She was supposed to be like Annabeth, which means smart! Peter gave me a warning look.

"Please Miranda? We need you to help us. Neither of us can figure out a really smart and good plan that'll actually work. But I know you can 'cause you're really smart." begged Peter. I barely resisted the urge to snort at him.

" You're right neither of you are smart enough to figure any kind of plan out and the only reason I'm going to help you , is because this affects all us, including Lexxi, Hope, and Zane." She huffed like Annabeth does when she gives a "I'm smarter than all of you but I am still going to help the less intelligent" speech.

"How far can you shadow travel and how far is the camp?"

"I can get us about thirty miles away from Camp Half-Blood but that's only with one of you at a time and I can only travel there and back once a night." I said trying not to set her off. Peter gave me an approving glance.

"That would take too long, and Mrs. Madam would never let us just walk out…" she said mostly to herself. I was going to roll my eyes, but Peter elbowed me to stop it from happening. Miranda sat silently for a while, leaving Peter and I to rack our brains for ideas.

"Is the Underworld real?" she asked me.

"I tell you I'm a son of Hades and you still OUCH… yes, yes it's real." I said while glaring at Peter. That dude could seriously elbow.

"Well, aren't there supposed to be entrances to the Underworld, like, everywhere?" she asked, like I should have already thought of that, which I probably should of.

"Well, yeah…" I said not understanding what she was getting at.

"Well if we travel through the Underworld and get as close to the camp as possible , you can shadow travel us even, closer maybe all the way there." She said like that brown haired chick off of Harry Potter, Hermwhinie or whatever her name was.

"But the closest entrance to the Underworld is in Central Park, and I doubt Hawk-Eyes will let us go have a morning stroll there." I said.

"How many can you shadow travel there?"

"Four maybe five." I said thinking about the short distance. I wasn't strong enough to get us all there, and I would be pushing it at five.

"Well then, were screwed." Miranda said simply and lay down again. Peter and I sat for a second in shock. Miranda must have noticed that we hadn't moved because she said;

" I'll sleep on it, that's all I can give you."

And on that happy note she rolled over and promptly fell asleep.