Wooo, back to the Caleo drama, for some reason I'm having a hard time writing them, so this chapter's pretty short. Sorry about that. Oh, well, I'll go with the flow. Alright, again please review about the names, how did you all like them?

The gift of life is precious. Time makes up our life, so therefore, time is precious. Hours are precious. Minutes are precious. But so are the smaller measures of time that make up our life, like seconds. Yes, all measures of time are important. Even seconds.

Leo's Pov:

Life sucks. It seems as if I'm in a never ending field of unhappiness. Mom dies, I fall in love with a cursed goddess, she cheats on me, and now that our relationship is finally in a perfect state, she gets brain damage. Well, moping around isn't gonna get much done though, is it? At least she still knows me, and now we're going to start learning sign language together. That'll for sure help with our communication skills. I won't ever be able to hear her singing in that angelic voice of hers, but, we're still together. That's what matters. Well, now I gotta go pick up Calypso for our sign language class.

I just dropped Calypso back off at her house. Sing language class was pretty cool actually, and we made good progress together. When Calypso and I are together, we can do anything. All the others in class didn't get much done, but we got through the whole alphabet, and even got some words down pat. The words we got were the essentials, like yes, no, help, and thank you. I'm dead tired right now, and I go to sleep upstairs on the king sized bed, instead of the queen down here, which is where I usually sleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night to an urgent knocking at my door. Who could it be at this time of night? I check my alarm clock and it reads 2:21. I hear some strangled sounding voice from downstairs, but not any words, more like just a flat note. Like Calypso. Like Calypso... My mind suddenly puts the pieces together and I get out of bed and put on clothes in a flash. The knocking seems to be getting weaker. I leap down the stairs, which takes me about one second. The knocking has stopped. No. I fling open the door to see Calypso collapsed in front of my door, her hands wrapped around, loosely now that she's unconscious, a knife hilt in her side. There's blood in front of the door now, the amount growing. I should have slept downstairs like usual, because it took me that one second to get down those stairs.

But one second can make a difference. One second is the difference between having your last name be McLean, or Grace. One second is the difference between being a parent, and not one. But, greatest of all, one second is the difference between life,

and death.

Wow, I'm proud of myself. I made that all by myself! It was like, poetic almost! Anyhoo, review pleasse about names, about this intense chapter, etc.

Thanks!