We were given a ride to New Haven by a kind man in a delivery truck who saw us and a few unconscious mortals huddled by the apparently crashed bus. We were worried it was a monster in disguise, but it ended up fine as we were dropped off at a bus station in New Haven. Sam was conscious by this point, so we headed off to get lunch and a rest.

Within a few minutes, we found a McDonalds and went in. There was no queue, so we got our orders over with quickly and sat around the longest table in the building as we ate. I dipped a pair of fries in ketchup and took a bite.

"Did you know McDonalds is in over 120 countries?" I asked after swallowing.

"And?" Henri said.

"Just making conversation." I replied.

"Boring conversation." Henri said.

"Just because you don't care doesn't mean other don't." Mark said.

Henri shrugged and went back to his burger.

We finished our meals in silence, and I went to the toilet. Just as I entered the corridor, a monster slithered out of the women's toilets. It had two thick snake tails instead of legs and reptilian eyes. The rest of it was an otherwise average woman. It wore a celestial bronze chestplate that exaggerated it's - or more accurately, her - breasts, and held a speaer in it's right hand.

"Sssurprissse, half-blood." she hissed, lunging.

I ducked and the spear just barely scraped the top of my head. It pulled the spear back for another strike, and I slid forwards between it's snake tail legs. I used the time it took for the monster - a Dracanae, I realised - to turn around to clamber to my feet and dodge through the plain white door into the men's toilets. I drew my sword and hid inside one of the cubicles. The person before me hadn't flush, so I absolutely stuck and the floor was damp.

"Where have you gone, tricksssssy hero?" the Dracanae hissed, entering the toilets.

I slammed the cubicle door into it and swung, burying my sword into it's breastplate, but not quite cutting through. I span and hit my full on in the face with it's left hand and I fell back, landing sitting on the toilet. It raised it's spear to finish me but I caught it just in time and struggled to hold it. Suddenly, a lightbulb switched on in my mind, and i hurled myself to the side and let go. The Dracanae's spear buried itself in the toilet, and I tacked it out of the cubcicle.

"Curssse you!" it hissed as it's spear was left behind.

I drew a throwing dagger and stabbed it inbetween it's breasts, and the blade sunk into it's heart. It exploded like a sandcastle in front of a fan and I fell to the disturbingly sticky floor.

"Eugh." I groaned as I got to my feet and took a piss in a urinal.

I headed back out into the actual restaurant.

"You took your time." Jule said.

"I got attacked." I said.

"You got mugged in a toilet?" Sam laughed.

"By a Dracanae." I explained.

"What are monsters doing in McDonalds?" Mark wondered.

"Getting burgers, probably." I replied.

"Or waiting for Half-Bloods." Mark said.

"Isn't there better places than McDonalds for that?" Sam asked, "Like outside one of the camps?"

Sam was talking about the three camps. Camp Half-Blood was the main camp, but there were two smaller ones elsewhere in the country for people not living near New York.

"They'd get killed if they got too close." Jule said, "My half-siblings would tear them apart."

"Not if my half-siblings shoot them first." Amber spoke up as we left the restaurant.

"You Apollo kids and your bows... Too scared for real weapons?" Jule laughed.

"Bows are for people with skill and finesee, not like your brutish swords." Amber said.

"Oi, I use a sword!" Sam said.

Henri and Mark both agreeded with him, but I didn't. Upsetting Amber wouldn't help me in my secret sub-quest.

"Sorry." Amber said, looking down at the ground.

"Yeah, sunshine girl." Jule said smugly.

"I'm sure she didn't mean to offend anyone." I defend her, "Except Jule."

"And Jule doesn't matter." Sam laughed.

"Shut up. I bet it could take you in a fight." Jule grumbled.

"Yeah right weakling." Sam said, drawing his sword.

"Um... Is this really the best place?" I asked.

"Not really." Sam murmurred, putting his sword away.

"NOW EVERYBODY CALM DOWN." Mark said.

"We need a way to get to the next stop." Amber said.

"Bus again?" Mark said.

"Because that worked sooo well last time." I said sarcastically.

"That sarcasm again?" Amber asked.

"Yep." I replied.

"I agree with Tom. Not a bus again." Sam said.

I guess getting knocked out on one put him off of buses.

"What other options is there?" Mark asked.

"Steal a van?" Jule said.

"The law." Mark replied.

"Meh." Henri said.

In the end, we ended up sitting in a bus, Sam grumbling about not trusting buses.

A/N: Sorry about the length but I was busy this weekend. And please review. This story has had 27 visitors and no reviews?