He thanked her silently with his eyes, and nodded. "Lately, people with the sight have shown to be unstable. They don't really know how to handle being able to see monsters, and often times show reckless behavior." He shrugged. "So we have a list. But only for New York."

"How did you find out who all the people with 'the sight' are?"

He mulled over that. "I don't know the specifics, but they generally give off the same vibe as demigods, and satyrs are mistakenly sent to them as guardians. Eventually we find out they're just humans. And then we add them to our list."

How interesting, Eirene thought, and impressive that camp half-blood is able to keep track of such things. She wondered whether or not Dennis was now on that list. Her curiosity sparked again, and she asked: "Did you know Dennis well?"

He didn't answer for a moment. "No. But I wish I had."

"Why's that?"

He scoffed, giving her a look. "It would make this quest a lot easier if I had. I'd know his way of thinking and where he'd be most likely to hide."

She looked up at the sky, the moon shining brighter with every passing moment. "Do you think he had a good reason for running away?"

Andrew averted his eyes and said, quieter this time, "People always do."

They sat silently together for some time, until Eirene looked over and saw that Andrew was sleeping. She lightly shook him, but he didn't budge.

"Andrew" She whispered. No response. "Andrew!"

He cracked open his eyes, seemed to realize what had happened, and tried to shake himself awake. "Sorry, I was distracted."

She frowned. "You're tired, you must go rest." She silenced him with a look when he started to protest. "If you don't rest, your wounds won't heal properly. Also, you'll be tired for tomorrow's journey."

He slumped again, bringing his hand to his face. "Tomorrow's journey, I almost forgot. We must plan where we're going get a change of clothes, food, and our next des—"

She shushed him. "Connor and I will plan. It's best if I stay up anyways, I have too many things on my mind. Please," She looked him squarely in the eyes, trying to push all of her concern into one word. "Rest,"

He hesitated, but eventually succumbed to her advice. He stood up and with her help, was brought back to the tent, where Connor had lit a fire to bring them light. He shifted over to make space for Andrew, giving her a questioning look. And once Andrew hit the ground, he fell asleep immediately.

They sat and watched his breath slow and settle into a steady rhythm before Eirene turned to Connor. "Our plans for tomorrow; what are they?"

They both took a seat and discussed it; they would leave a little after dawn, or when ever Andrew felt he was well enough to travel, and try to find any sign of civilization. They would also try to find some food and some clean clothing before looking for a shelter again. They were thrown off course so they had to find out where they were, so they had to again search for a computer. Connor suggested he do the research this time, and Eirene agreed. Eirene thought about her ring, and rattled off to Connor her fears about losing it: How would she fight?

"Are you kidding me?" He joked. "You're entire body's a weapon."

She insisted that she be given time to find her ring and the perpetrator who stole it. "He'll have to be punished." She tightened her fists. "Hard."

The fire in her eyes surprised Connor; he'd never seen her this way before. "You're getting angry again, that's new."

On the contrary, Eirene had been angry many times on this trip. She just barely showed it. "I've never been this upset before. Not just at that jerk, but at myself! How could I be so stupid? My only weapon! My most prized possession!" Andrew started to stir at her voice, so she lowered it to a whisper. Connor eyed her warily, not jumping to disagree with her on this one.

They spoke about how long they think this quest would take, and if they really believed Dennis would come with them quietly.

"If there's one thing I know about Dennis," Connor said, "Is that he never does anything quietly."

Then this quest would stretch on even longer, she thought. And my siblings will have many more opportunities to attack me. She wondered if it would ever end; her sister's hatred towards her. She stared at Andrew's sleeping body, her mind still buzzing with questions about him. Maybe Connor knew a few things.

"Tell me, Connor," She began. "How long have you known Andrew?"

He paused, and sat up straighter. "Six years. Though, I haven't known him; he's a pretty closed off guy. He's been at camp for six years, is what I know."

"So you don't know anything about him?"

He shook his head. "Just that he's from across the pond. He lived in New Hampshire before he was brought here."

"Wow." For someone to stay completely private for six years at camp half-blood, it had to be a feat to beat. "Why do you think he's so…" She couldn't even find the right words for it. "Why he's so private?"

"Isn't it obvious? He's afraid."

She didn't get it. "Afraid of what?"

Connor shrugged. "Of whatever he's running from, I presume. Matthew thinks it's his past. Leo thinks it might be a crazy ex-girlfriend." He shrugged. "Whatever it is, he's terrified of it."

She and Andrew were similar in that sense. They were both running away from something they never wanted to face: Eirene, her sisters. Andrew: Possibly his past. Sympathy filled her for him, and she silently told herself to be nicer to him from now on.

"But one thing's for sure, he's loaded. Richer than the gods themselves, maybe."

Thunder shook the skies overhead, scaring both Eirene and Connor.

"Okay, so not so maybe… Not, definitely not richer than the gods," He corrected, holding a pleading hand up to the sky. The thunder ceased. "When he came to camp, he had a box filled with designer clothes and a bunch of electronics—we threw away, of course. And he doesn't even wear the camp clothes; he's always in a plush polo shirt or something." There was a hint of jealousy in Connor's voice. "And he barely has friends."

Eirene frowned. "No friends?" But then she remembered how he'd blown her off when she tried to befriend him. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh," Connor rummaged through his bag and pulled out a water bottle. "He's a jerk, if you haven't noticed. Thinks he's too good for friends. Insults and berates almost everyone in camp and is a show-off during practice." He squeezed the bottle. "But he has his own little fan-club of nymphs and Aphrodite campers. Oh wait! He does have a friend. Daniel, Daniel's his buddy."

Daniel…Eirene vaguely thought of a boy with blonde hair and a sleeve of tattoos. But when the memory of him settled, she remembered his striking beauty. "He's very handsome." It had just slipped out, and she blushed despite herself. "Sorry,"

Connor gave her a pitying look. "No need to apologize, he is a child of Aphrodite. But yeah, he's friends with Daniel. Who's also kind of a jerk, but not Andrew's kind."

She laughed. "Daniel's a jerk?" From what she remembered of him, he had tried to stop Clarisse from fighting her. "He seemed decent. A bit of a…bored expression, though."

He pointed a finger at her. "Bingo, that's it; Bored. He always looks bored, uninterested, like he's watching a yarn documentary. He won't insult you or make fun of you, but he'll give you such a look you feel like just walking away from him." He took another gulp of water. "When he's playing his guitar is the only time he shows emotion, and when he's with that…gardening girl or something."

Eirene remembered her. "Maria." She said. The girl with freckles for days and straight red hair, who seemed awfully shy

He nodded. "Yeah, her."

They stayed quiet for a bit, Eirene going over this new information in her head. She noticed that Connor had gone silent for some time, and when she glanced at him, he was staring at her intently.

"What are you?"

She froze; knowing what he meant. He had not dropped the topic. She should have known that he still thought about it.

He sensed her tension, and rushed to fix it. "I mean, I'm sorry but you can't blame me for being curious—" He caught her expression and struggled for words, speaking softer this time. "Eirene, you healed me of third degree burns. That isn't something you see everyday—even in demigod life. Are you really a goddess? Is this all a test?" He gestured around them.

She looked at him crossly, sighing. "I'm no goddess. I'm just as much as a demigod as you are." Her tone calmed down. "Maybe when I'm claimed, all my mysterious powers will make sense. But as for now, please stop asking."

His expression brightened. "That's right; I'd forgotten you weren't claimed yet." He cracked a smile. "You'd be better to wish you were never claimed, because then you'd have to leave the awesome adventures of the Hermes cabin."

"Awesome adventures? You mean things like spilling a bucket of water over someone's head?" She laughed kindly. "Or sneaking into cabins and filling them with spiders?"

At the mention of spiders, Andrew's body shivered slightly. Both demigods stifled their laughter, the previous air between them all but gone.

His smile was full now. "Travis and I have been known to be dangerous with a bottle of shaving cream,"

She giggled despite herself. "I'll be sure to keep a look out for any stray cans."

He stood up and stretched, heading for the tent exit. "Sleep, Eirene. I'll keep look out this hour."

This time she didn't argue, for her mind was now cleared of heavy things and she felt the need for slumber deep in her bones.