(AN: Thanks for all the reviews, and unfortunately I won't be home tomarrow to update :( But don't worry, I'll update as soon as possible!)
It wasn't very hard to find the police station. As matter of fact, it was very easy. The town is so small, it was nearly impossible not to find what your looking for. As soon as we found it we all gave each other a glance, and went in.
"Can we have Mr. Swan please" Annabeth asked in the most polite voice she could muster.
"Oh! You mean Mr. Vaughan, the chief.", a very polite man said. " I'll get him", and with that, he was off, leaving me, Annabeth, and Grover..
My heart shattered into a million pieces. I knew it was unlikely that any of it was real from the beginning, but I couldn't help but being a little sad. As the man walked away, Annabeth turned to me.
"You know if Stephanie Meyer based the saga on a real happenings, that she would never use their real names", she said. At these words I felt hope again.
Then all of a sudden, about half a dozen dogs ran out from the back of the station, all circling Grover, who was beginning to get a little nervous. Then Mr. Vaughn ran from the back trying to get the dogs under control, which were all sniffing/barking/ chewing at Grover's shoes.
While Mr. Vaughn was close, Annabeth gave Grover a nod that implied, start sniffing him. Grover then started sniffing Mr. Vaughn while he was looking down. The whole event looked rather ridiculous, then Grovers eyes lit up, and he stopped sniffing, he defiantly caught something. Chief Vaughn and a few others finally got the dogs back into their cages.
"I don't know what got into those dogs, but what did you want me for again?"
Uh-oh, I thought. Annabeth had decided to keep this part of the plan to herself, but she was outside attempting to help Grover get over the half dog attack. I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.
"A-a singing t-telegram! Yea, a singing telegram form... Mr. McCoy!" Oh my gods, what have I got my self into?
"Well?", he asked wanting to get it over with.
"For he's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good fellow,
Which nob'dy can deny.
Which nob'dy can deny.
Which nob'dy can deny.
For he's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good fellow,
Which nob'dy can deny."
I finished embraced, but successfully hiding it.
"Welp, thank you for that performance.", he said
"Your welcome. And it was nice to meet you." I said, and ran out the door.
As I walked out the door, Grover was telling Annabeth about what he smelled.
"It was sickeningly sweet, and basically nothing I've ever smelled before in my life."
Annabeth then looked at me and nodded, and I knew our next destination would be the hills.