Screams surround Reyna in the dark movie theater. Jason grips her hand in fear. Reyna winces the slightest bit at the sudden screams. She rolls her eyes at the movie. Really, these people didn't see that coming? She bites back a laugh at the squeals from girls around her, as the killer slices up his victim. These are always Reyna's favorite part of horror movies. The blood and guts.

Maybe she should be a horror movie makeup artist if she didn't retire to New Rome. That would be sort of fun. Throwing blood on people and making them gruesome looking. But with her ADHD, she might just get frustrated and impulsive. Spending an hour and a half on someone's makeup suddenly seems about as fun as playing leap frog with unicorns.

As hard as it is to believe, New Rome does in fact have a movie theater that shows much more than old Roman documentary movies, or Clash of the Titans and 300. The seats are extremely comfy, too. They actually get to see new movies before they're out in the mortal theaters. All thanks to a certain famous director who's a kid of two demigods- A daughter of Timor and a son of Metus, which are Fear and Terror.

Jason's hand tightens around hers. She looks at him with concern and sees his jaw clenched.

"You okay?" She whispers.

He shakes his head slowly. Reyna sighs, almost annoyed and leans back in her chair. She fights the urge to roll her eyes. This great son of Jupiter, praetor, and killer of the titan of constellations and stars, was squeamish at a little bit of blood. What a sissy.

When it's over he loosens his grip on her hand and excuses himself while he gets up and leaves the theater. After a few minutes, Reyna gets up, too. She didn't really want to, she actually was sort of enjoying the movie. But she felt like she had to go check on him to see if he was okay. If he was in the bathroom then she'd just wait for him outside.

The sudden light of the lobby makes her blink a few times as she shoves open the door, but doesn't make her eyes hurt like it would in the daytime.

She finds Jason sitting on the of the benches a few feet away. He's fiddling with his coin, like he usually does when something's worrying him.

Reyna sits next to him. The overwhelming buttery smell of popcorn makes her feel both hungry and sick at the same time.

"I didn't know you had such a weak stomach, Grace." Reyna teases.

He glares at her, his eyes telling her to shut her mouth.

"Sorry. Look, I won't tease you about it okay? Well, of course I will, but-"

"No. Reyna, you don't get it. It's not the movie alright?" Jason snaps at her, but there's a hollowness to his voice.

Reyna's worried she has offended him and her heart sinks. She feels horrible about teasing him.

"I was just kidding. I-"

"Just shut up and let me explain, would you?"

Reyna snaps bitterly,"What's got your toga in a twist?"

"That scene... I- I saw it when we were scaling Mount Tam."

"What do you mean?"

"A girl in my cohort, she was only about eleven or twelve. A demigod from Saturn's army tripped her. Then he started stabbing her. She had gotten her sword knocked away from her. It looked almost just like that movie in there. I couldn't do anything. I was trying to save my own life. I should have tried to help her."

Reyna mentally bangs her head against a wall. She thought he left because of the violence when it was actually because of a bad memory that he'd probably forgotten about up until now.

"There was nothing you could do."

"But there was. I could have done something. I could have- should have..."

"Jason. Don't beat yourself up about it. I have friends I saw die that day, too. I know I didn't know them as long as you did, but they were family to me as well. We all have regrets about the War. You don't think I wished I could have been there to help my friends as they got mauled by monsters and slashed by demigods? I do. But there's nothing I can do about that now. Besides, they're probably having funner down there than they would up here. I bet they're partying in Elysium right now."

Jason cracks a smile at this. He seems to be happier, and Reyna feels happier, too. Like some of the bad memories of the Titan War have already been forgotten. They had barely even mentioned the Titan War, in hopes they would just forget all the bad things and look forward to the good.

"Yeah. Maybe they are."

"You know they are. So, am I going to have to watch the rest of that movie by myself or are you going to come with me?"

"I'll watch it with you."

"Come on, then. I don't want to walk in just as the credits start rolling."

The big climactic scene is just beginning as they walk in. The killer is chasing the female protagonist. Luckily, she doesn't go upstairs and has enough smarts to go out the front door. If you go upstairs you'll just get trapped and have to jump thirty or so feet to the ground.

If that was Reyna the killer would have been dead in the second or third scene of the movie.

At the end, the protagonist kills the murderer, which turns out to be her nephew. How screwed up is that? That's like Dakota trying to kill Jason.

The credits roll and Jason asks her if she wants to stay until the end of the credits, saying there might be something at the end. She says that's fine with her.

Jason runs toward the back of the theater, and Reyna almost asks him what he's up to when he rises into the air and makes shadow puppets in front of the projector. Reyna laughs, slightly jealous and wishing she could fly. The few people sitting and waiting until the end of the credits laugh and point at the puppets, then turn around and look at Jason, then back at the screen.

As it turns out there is something at the end of the credits. The setting is a mortuary, where they keep bodies before burial. The killer opens his eyes and crawls out of his casket. It almost reminds Reyna of the dreams she had a few times about a golden sarcophagus, where Saturn was reforming. She shivers at the dream.

As they walk out of the theater, Jason asks her if she wants to see another movie. It's only seven forty. There is going to be some superhero movie that starts at seven fifty five. It would be over around ten or so and they both have to wake up at six forty five.

Although Reyna wants to go home, Jason finally convinces her to go, going on and on about how Dakota and Gwen and Bobby raved that it was really good. Reyna figures why not. The night was still young.

"Oh, and, by the way. Thanks for cheering me up, Reyna." Jason says.

"Hey. That's what I'm here for." She smiles, punching him in the arm harder than she'd intended.

"So, I don't know about you. But there's an air hockey table in the game room that's calling my name."

"I'm so going to win."

"Don't worry. I'll go easy on you. After all, I can control air."

"To some extent. And, you really shouldn't brag before challenging a daughter of Bellona. We take gaming very, very seriously."

"Three denarii I win."

"Seven."

"Deal, although I feel bad that I'm technically stealing from you."

"Oh please, you might as well just hand over the denarii now." Reyna states cockily, shoving him playfully as they walk up the stairs.