Jello guys! (: I'm ba-a-ack! And with a new chapter, too!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, especially the excellent idea written by TeamPiper!

AJ's POV:

I wake up to Eme singing. I mean, sure, I couldn't see her, but I recognized that voice anywhere.

I look around the train car, looking for her. I can actually... Well, I can't describe it. You know how in those animated TV shows, they have like the musical scale floating through the air? Yeah, well, I guess Eme—being a daughter of the god of music—had a power over showing that, because one floated lightly through the air.

I walk down to the back of the train, and end in the dining car.

Eme is standing up on a table, Will's hat on the ground at her feet. She's doing it again—singing so we can get more money for the quest. And doing great at it too. Passengers are surrounding her completely, as if she's surrounded by a wave of people.

She belts a few notes from a song, but I don't really know the lyrics she's singing, but people start clapping. I decide to follow their lead and smile up at Eme.

"Eme! Let's move it," I say as she finishes with a full belt high note. She jumps down from the table and leans down to pick the hat up. She gives her thanks to the people that gave her money and runs over to me.

"How'd you do that?" I ask her.

"Do what?" she frowns, counting the money fast. "Sing? It's easy. You just gotta feel the emotion of the song. But—looks like momma will provide today!" She grins, holding up a handful of the fifty dollars she just collected.

I raise my eyebrows. "But you're the youngest of all of us."

"But—" she quickly realizes what I just said and looks embarrassed.

Mac, Bay, and Ray—hey, that rhymed!—run over to us and Eme holds up the money, smiling brightly.

"Thank the gods," Bay mutters as the waitress hands her a heaping plate full of spaghetti alla carbonara. "It's been so long since I've had a hot meal." She frowns then grins, digging in to her food.

I get something called a traditional Neapolitan pizza. It's spicy, yet slightly sweet with a tinge of garlic mixed in with the sauce; but it's still one of the best things I've ever tasted. I decided if I ever need to use ambrosia again—which we all know I will—I'll get it in Neapolitan pizza flavored.

Eme gets a orecchiette with tomato sauce, but I notice she mainly just picks at it with her fork, but she rarely eats a piece. She wipes her mouth clean with a paper towel. "I'm gonna go to my room." she says, getting up and walking off, her hands shoved in her back pockets.

I fall asleep to a dreamless night, which is okay for me; I don't really want dreams. I sleep for gods know how long, then wake up to the sound of the train bells ringing. We're stopped at the edge of a river—The Tiber, the river next to which Rome was founded. In the distance, I can see Capitoline Hill in the distance, but I frown at something odd. Storm clouds are drifting down occasionally, but they don't fly off too far when they do, as if they're anchored to the hill.

Sorry it's so short! Just a bit of a filler... I can update tomorrow, if possible. I just know I will be updating this weekend.

~PerseusSlayerOfMedusa