Enjoy this chapter that actually has something to do with being a demigod!

Disclaimer: I can't believe I'm actually writing this out for each chapter.

PS: This is a continuation of the 'Hide in a Dryer' chapter.

Starring Piper McLean
Guest Star of Tristan McLean

Piper was crying. She and her father had just gotten out of a really bad fight about that whole hiding-in-the-laundry incident. That wasn't really the bad part. The bad part was that he was disappointed in her. It made her feel sad. Was she really not being the best daughter she could be? She grabbed her Sally doll and hugged it tightly, tears tracking down her cheeks and falling on her bed sheets. She fell asleep like that.

The next morning she felt refreshed and new, knowing what she was going to do. She set Sally aside and literally skipped down the staircase into breakfast.

"Someone looks happy," he father commented. "Did you think about what I said?"

"Yes," Piper decreed. "And I am determined to be a better little girl."

"Oh, that's wonderful," said Tristan. He set his coffee and newspaper aside and interlaced his fingers, placing his elbows on the table and resting his head on top. "So how's the rest of life treating you?"

"Wonderful," Piper said, pouring maple syrup on top of her blueberry waffles. "Summer is only two weeks away," she added nonchalantly.

"Yes, speaking of vacations, I think it is time we had one," said Tristan.

Piper looked up, the excitement visible in her cute little-kid eyes. "Really?" she asked.

The superstar nodded and took another sip from his coffee. "I was thinking Europe," he said. "For two weeks we go over there, and every other day we visit a new city or country. How does that sound like to you?"

Piper actually squealed. "Yes, Daddy, yes!" she cried, jumping around the kitchen in excitement. "Yes, yes, yes! I want to go to Europe! Can we go now? Please, please, please?" She ran over and gave her father a huge bear hug and huge puppy-dog eyes. "PLEASE?"

He laughed. "I meant in a few days," he said.

"Oh, but I can't wait!" she said, letting go and jumping around again. "I can't, I can't! I wanna go to Europe now!"

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Two weeks later, Piper was jumping around in their hotel room doing the exact same thing.

"Daddy, daddy, I wanna go visit the London sites now! Now, now, now! I know we just got here, but I'm super excited and wanna go now! Can we see the Big Ben and the London Bridge and all those cool places? Please!?"

The next day Tristan took Piper out on the streets.

"But this is a secret vacation," he warned her as they walked. "We're incognito. That means no one knows I'm out here, so we can have a normal vacation without paparazzi flooding us. Okay?"

"Okay," Piper replied in a similar hushed whisper, liking the idea of being inside Cogni's toes, whoever Cogni was. It made her feel like a secret agent.

They arrived at the outdoor train station that would take them to all the good attractions. There were a lot of people, and Piper had to hold her father's hand so that she wouldn't get lost.

As they waited for their train, Piper noticed a few shady figures glaring at her. She figured they were the European version of the press that had recognized her father. She tugged his shirt and whispered, "Bad guys, six o' clock."

"Roger," he replied, and looked behind them. Piper tugged on his shirt again.

"No, not that six o' clock," she said, and pointed right at one of the mysterious figures. "That six o'clock."

Tristan frowned. "But that's four o' clock."

Piper looked around and gasped. "And now twelve o' clock! They're everywhere!"

"That's still four o' clock, Piper."

A train rolled into the station and more people boarded than got off. This emptied out the area quite a bit, and the figures were left more exposed. Tristan tried to give Piper a lesson on speaking in codes, but she interrupted him by pointing out that their train had arrived.

"Oh, good," he said. "Let's go—"

He had barely finished his sentence when a particularly large gust of wind sent his hat flying above and away, landing several yards off and being swept away by the crowd.

Tristan frowned. "I'm going to go get my hat," he decided. "Piper, go stand next to the train so I know where you are." And he set off.

Piper did as she was told and waited, leaning against the railing that kept people from falling onto the rails. A few people greeted her politely as they walked by, and to amuse herself Piper tried to mimic their accent. She found it quite hilarious, but got a few mean looks from the locals.

There. A hooded man. Wearing all black, and looking very suspicious. Piper knew it was crazy, but the part of her that thirsted for adventure began to make up a story for this man as he boarded the train. He was an assassin for this secret organization that hunted famous people down for their wealth. No, no, that was too violent. He was a persuader that persuaded famous people into giving up their money to his organization. There. That was nicer.

She wasn't aware of the falling, just that she was standing there one moment, the next on her back on the train tracks below with scraped elbows and hands. She didn't know how she had fallen, and if she was thinking straight she would have realized she was pushed. Piper cried out, but her breath was gone and it hurt to move. It had been a long and hard fall. Nevertheless, Piper tried to push herself up, but couldn't. Her shirt had gotten stuck on the rails and she couldn't move.

The black figured man stepped into view. He regarded her for a moment, his expression unreadable from under his hood. For a few hopeful seconds Piper thought he was going to help her, but then he turned his back to the rails and walked away casually as if nothing was wrong. But there was a split-second that Piper saw beneath his hood at his face, and it was the face of something she had never seen before. A monster.

The train roared once. Second last call for boarding passengers. Piper tried to cry out, but her voice was drowned out by the hundreds of other people around her and the yells of the train calling for attention. Her fingers traced back to where her shirt was caught and tried to yank herself free. It stung on her hands.

Last call for boarding passengers, then the train was leaving the station. "Help!" she finally yelled, and for the first time was heard. A woman in a business suit caught sight of her, and in panic began screaming for the train to stop. Piper was given help and was hauled out of harm's way. She began to cry and was brought to her father, who had been worried of where she had gone.

"Oh, Pipes," he muttered in her ear as they embraced. "I was so worried."

"I was too," she sobbed.

Only a few yards away, the black figure scowled. He had been looking forward to tonight's demigod meal.

Ooh... Piper almost died. I think so that she (and more importantly, the author) feels better you should review. Just to acknowledge her hardships and stuff.