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Annabeth

I was starting to get hungry. I wasn't sure how long I had been here, but my best guess was two or three days. Most of what I was being fed was ambrosia and nectar. As good as that was, I needed real food.

I also wanted to know where I was. The cave I was in took a sharp turn, so you couldn't see the entrance from I was being held. My captor had put some kind of barrier up so I couldn't go past where I was.

I don't know what they were putting in the nectar and ambrosia, but I usually slept most of the day. At the moment I was wide awake, and I couldn't stop thinking about Zoë. Was she okay? Was she on a quest? Did she like camp? Does she have any friends?

And then Percy; was he okay? Was he injured? Was he trying to get himself killed by making a god angry? Was he looking after Zoë? Was he coming to rescue me?

These thoughts swirled around in my head, threatening to overrun my brain. Zoë and Seaweed Brain were all I could think about. I was scared one, or both, of them would get hurt trying to come here. Did they even know where I was?

I could faintly hear animals, but the noise tot faint to tell what kind of animal. Then the question that plagued me the most: Who was my capturer?

Bianca

As soon as the train came to a complete stop, we were off. Mathew, Zoë, and I all had our bags slung over our shoulders and were trying to make it of the train station as fast as possible.

Once we got out of the station, we started to talk about what to do next. It was about four o'clock, and we were all a little hungry. After debating about (mainly Mathew and Zoë arguing while Zia and I watched and commented from time to time) we all decided on a classic diner a couple of blocks away.

"I was thinking that we would go get my mom tonight," Zoë told us.

"Why at night?" I asked her confused.

"It'll be dark and harder to see us," she informed me.

"There's also the fact that we need to see," Mathew pointed out, always ready to disagree with Zoë. You could tell they didn't hate each other, but I think they sometimes argued just for the fun of it.

"There is an invention called the flashlight, Matt," she told him.

"Yeah-" Mathew started, but was interrupted by Zia.

"Guys, we're here," she said as we stood in front of the diner. It was pretty busy, so we wouldn't be too noticeable. Plus, it was an all an ages kind of thing, so we wouldn't be out of place.

We walked in the old diner and found a seat. It was, of course, near a window and an exit door. Zoë insisted. The waitress came to take our orders, but most of us were still deciding. Mathew finally decided on a burger, fries and a milkshake. Zia said she wanted chicken tenders and some Sprite.

"I'll take a hotdog with a Coke, please," I told her.

"I'll take a burger with fries and a vanilla milkshake," Zoë told the waitress.

When the waitress left, I said, "So what's the plan?"

"After we eat, we need to go to the store to get some flashlights," she told us.

"No, we don't," Mathew said, pulling three flashlights out of his bag.

"Nice, Matt," Zoë said grinning. "Well, this makes our job a lot easier. Somebody will have to share though," she added.

She thought about it for a moment, her gaze darting between Zia and me. Then her gaze slid to Mathew and she sighed.

"Here's what we'll do," she began to say, but was interrupted by the waitress, who had our food. I saw Zoë frown at being interrupted, but the aroma of the food was too much.

As soon as the waitress had set our food down on the table, we began to eat. Mathew was digging into his fries while Zoë was devouring her burger. I was sipping my Coke and inhaling my hotdog down. Zia was just nibbling on her hotdog.

After a couple of minutes, we all slowed down so we wouldn't choke. I was almost done with my hotdog and Zoë only had her fries and shake left. Mathew's shake was gone, as were his fries.

We continued to eat, but much slower this time. After about fifteen more minutes, we had paid the bill and we leaving, when Zoë told us to wait up. She went back to the counter and ordered something, but I couldn't tell what.

When she came back she was carrying a large vanilla milkshake in a to-go cup.

"That's what you went back for?" Mathew said scowling. Zoë nodded.

"Who knows when we'll get a decent meal again? Besides, this place has amazing milkshakes," she said in her defense. Mathew nodded in agreement because he had also gotten a milkshake with his lunch.

Zia and I, however, just stared at them oddly. We were looking for some place where we could rest. Zoë was sipping her shale and looking around. Mathew and I were just trying to think of general places.

"What about an arcade?" Zia said and we all turned to her.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her confused.

She pointed to one of those game-playing places across the street. "It's perfect. Nobody will think it's weird that we're hanging out there, plus they have food if we get hungry," she pointed out.

I was all for it and so were the other two. We walked to the arcade. Zoë and Mathew were discussing something about water vs. sky powers, but I wasn't really paying attention.

Since I felt a little uncomfortable with Zia, she and I just walked in silence. When we neared the arcade, we all noticed how packed it truly was. We had to shove our way inside, but it wasn't that bad inside. At least we had some walking room.

There were kids running around and parents sitting at the booths. In one corner, a little girl was crying because she had lost her bear. A couple of boys were playing one of those shooting games in another corner and they would cheer every time one of them shot an animal.

Zoë pointed her finger to a booth in a corner of them room and said something, but I couldn't hear her over the noise. So, with difficulty, we all pushed our way over the little both.

"What were you trying to say?" I asked Zoë.

"I was saying that it should be quieter over here," she told me. We all slipped in a booth. Mathew and Zoë were on one, and Zia and I were on the other.

"So, what's the game plan?" Mathew asked, looking at Zoë expectantly.

She grinned slyly, and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. Frankly, it was a little unnerving, but that was just me.

Zoë then began to lie out or plan of epical proportions. She forgot one tiny detail, of course.

But you'll just have to wait and see what it is, won't you?

I know it is very cliff hanger-y, but I felt that was the right moment to stop. I do plan on updating again this week, but I am not sure when. I also plan to update one of my other stories, so it may be later in the week before this one is updated.

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