I woke up with a start. You know in the movie, The Frighteners, where Michael J Fox's spirit goes back into his body and he like gasps as he wakes up and he sits up, breathing heavily? Yeah. I did that. Except with less freezer burn and strange casting choices. Maybe I'm the only person who has seen that movie and would make that connection.

I had this sense of lingering electricity coursing through me and when I tried to calm down, it would jolt me again and I would lose focus again. I was surprised that my hair wasn't standing on end. I looked around and found that I was alone in the infirmary. The room was dark and from the looks of it, the whole camp was dark as well.

I took a second to rub my eyes and the dream I awoke from flashed in my mind. I could only remember some bits and pieces of it. I was underground. I could tell from the smell. There was the sound of running water somewhere, possibly below me. I cringed from this twitching feeling in my brain and my vision changed for a split second into a vision of lava. Nothing but lava, a wall of it filling my sight.

I woke up and I shook my head in attempt to clear it. I hated how confused I felt and it was all because of the lightning and how it scattered my brain all across the sky. I sat up weakly with a groan, sitting against the wall. I turned on a small lamp on the table next to me, forcing me to squint as my eyes adjusted.

"The lightning really does wacky stuff to your noggin, doesn't it, Perry?" I looked up quickly and blinked some to help adjust and finally I saw the source of the voice. He was a tall man, leaning up against the wall of the infirmary, a can of diet coke in his hand. I thought for a moment, looking from his beard to his Hawaiian shirt.

"You're…Dionysus." I said quietly.

"Mr. D, kid." He said, waving his hand over his can then popping it again, taking a long sip. "That name…doesn't really go over too well lately."

"That sounds like a very long and a very boring story." I said with a sigh. "How long was I out?"

"6 days." He said, taking another drink from his soda. His eyes moved down from my face slightly and he raised an eyebrow. "That's interesting." I looked down and moved slightly toward the light. I wasn't wearing a shirt and there was a large patch of gauze right over the middle of my chest. I carefully removed it, wincing as the tape tugged what little hair I had grown on my chest, and saw a large scar starting exactly over my heart then fraying out in a spider web, like arcs of electricity all over my chest

"The hell is this?" I said, running my fingers over my scar.

"Fractal scar. That's what happens when you get struck by lightning. You should be glad that you're still alive."

"Glad wasn't the first word that came to mind." I said, taking a deep breath. I looked around for a moment and saw an orange t-shirt laying out for me. I carefully slipped it on and moved the blankets off my legs.

"Well, no one else is glad about it. You're not particularly liked among Olympus." He said, waving his hand a moment.

"Are they taking that cellphone thing that seriously? Oh, or is it because I survived their attempts to kill me? Well, maybe Olympus isn't particularly liked among me." I said in disbelief.

"Well, even if that did matter, you're not exactly in a place to negotiate here." He said, taking a deep breath. "Now, then. Get up and go to Hecate cabin."

"Hecate cabin? Why in the world would I go to Hecate?" I asked, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

"A very long and very boring story." Mr. D said, reaching behind him and tossing it to me. I caught it and finally stood, stabilizing myself on the bed. It was my bag. I slipped it over my shoulder then stuck my feet into a pair of flip flops.

"So, I'm just supposed to venture into a cabin where I don't belong and expect to find a place to sleep?" I asked, stretching my stiff body. "I mean, there's no way my mom is Hecate, so—"

"Yeah. You're going to be sleeping there from now on." He said with a shrug. "And no you still haven't been claimed."

"Right. Right. I'm not liked in Olympus." I said as I started out of the infirmary.

"Be careful what you say to gods, Pablo. They can make your life very difficult." He said, finishing off his can of Diet Coke and then crushing it in his hand.

"Yeah. I understand. I'm very aware of the gods and their…abilities." I muttered, rubbing my chest. I opened the door and started to walk out when Mr. D stopped me.

"Get some rest, Pavlov."

"You do realize that you've been calling me by the wrong name this whole time, right?" I asked. "And Pavlov isn't even a name, really…"

"Listen, get some rest. Tomorrow, training starts." He said quietly. I nodded and then rolled my eyes, heading out of the infirmary. It was nice out, thankfully. At least, something was. After my brief, but oh-so-pleasant encounter with the party god, I was ready for something nice. For a guy who is supposed to be jovial, he seemed pretty stiff.

I headed toward the cabins, giving my failed cabins a wide birth. I walked to the closed horse shoe and found a stone cabin with etchings covering the walls. I didn't feel particularly confident in sleeping here, but what was the worst that could happen? I was only walking into the magically well-secured cabin of the magic goddess who could more than likely turn me into a dog then force me into doing backflips for doggy treats for the rest of my life. No problems there.

I walked to the porch and then took a deep breath before pushing the door open. The whole cabin seemed to creak and groan as I walked in and because of that I quickly backed out. I was not going to get struck by lightning again. Or shot out of a cabin-cannon. Or attacked by ghosts. I could do getting set on fire. That's not a problem. Though with the state my mind was in, I didn't really know if some low level fire manipulation was within my capability.

I psyched myself up and quickly walked in, immediately moving to the center of the room. It was sparsely occupied, only a handful of beds taken. I braced myself for some sort of disaster to befall me. The ceiling to cave in only on me. The floor below me giving way. The painting of whoever 'Vera Lorry' was attacking me and giving me some sort of mutation. But nothing happened. And even as I selected a bed, the closest one to the door, nothing happened.

I moved to the bed, keeping a watchful eye on everything. Slipping my bag under, I quickly got into bed, pulling the blankets up in some sort of protective cocoon. And then I slept. Well, tried to sleep. Maybe it was the 6 days of sleep under my belt or the constant fear that I was about to be attacked by a godly security system, but I didn't sleep the rest of that night.

I was glad because it gave me some time to think. Not that I could do much thinking with how frazzled my brain was, but I could try. Immediately training came to mind. I probably would have thought about the dreams I had while I was out, but they became about as scattered as the scar on my chest. So, I thought about training. What exactly I would be training for. What I would be training with. How I would be training. Who I would be training with.

With any luck it would be Lindsey. Or Jillian, but she'd likely kick my butt if I screwed up, making her not a preference. Unless, I got to train with Freddy. I wouldn't mind that. I just didn't want to train with some unknown entity. Even Dimitri would have been a better choice. Even with his creepy Russian accent.

As my future life at camp started to leave my mind, my past life at camp started to come back. In particular my recent chat with the god of wine. He had said a lot by not saying a lot. He had made it pretty clear that he didn't like me, but he's probably that way with everybody. He is a god after all. The thing that kept coming back to me was the fact that I remained unclaimed. I could finally sleep in Hecate Cabin, but that didn't mean I was claimed. That meant I had a cabin. It sounded like he had spoken to the gods in Olympus and he made it clear that they didn't like me. Despite that, they still had to claim me, right?

I tried to ponder that point and I came to a hundred different conclusions. It was doubtful that any of them were actually correct, but luckily, I didn't have to think about it anymore because I got up out of bed.

It was very early in the morning and I set my bag on top of my mattress, getting some clothes out quickly. I decided to leave the camp shirt on for today, but I opened my bag to get a new pair of shorts out. I found my slingshot, thankfully, and then a sheet of paper, showing me my regular schedule. The temptation to rip it up was pretty strong, but I resisted and set it under my slingshot next to my bag. I finally pulled out a pair of cargo shorts and slipped them on, leaving my old pair under my bag. I slipped my slingshot in my back pocket and folded my schedule putting it in my pocket as well. I finally slipped on some actual shoes and headed out. Hopefully breakfast came with some answers. And bacon. I love bacon.