A/N: Yes, I am a terrible person for waiting so long, but this is the second to last chapter of this story, and I've had a lot of homework. Please review . . . ?

"I guess this sorta makes sense," Trevor muttered as they walked between glass cases holding old texts and wonderfully illuminated pictures. "Goddess of Wisdom waiting for us in a literary museum."

"Hmm," Athena murmured in agreement, running her fingers lightly along the wall. Trevor kept up a steady stream of chatter as they moved deeper into the mostly deserted museum. That was what had Athena a little on edge. There was no one in this place. And while this place was no doubt small, still, there were fanatics of some sort in every museum on the weekend. If it was indeed the weekend. And they hadn't even come across any staff.

"Trevor," she asked quietly, "what day is it?"

"Saturday," he answered. "Why?"

"Well . . . do you find it odd that there's no one here?"

Trevor laughed. "Not really. If Athena is here, and with every passing moment, that seems more likely, then she could easily cause it to be invisible to any mortal eyes that behold it."

"Then how can we see it?"

"Well, we're hardly normal, are we? I'm a demi-god, and you carry the name of the goddess."

"I still don't understand how that makes me any different than any Joe on the street," Athena muttered.

"You could say you're one of her chosen mortals."

"That clears up nothing. So, who's your girl?"

Trevor showed no surprise at her abrupt change of topic. "You're still on that? I'm probably not going to tell you."

"Why!?"

"Because," he said, sounding annoyed. "It would be awkward and embarrassing."

His tone warned her to drop it, and, obligingly, she did. Trevor was the first friend she had made here. She didn't want to lose that. Even though this whole crazy scenario could be a crazy dream.

They walked on in silence, until Athena felt a tug, like her stomach was trying to leave her torso and sail through the wall. "Whoa . . ." she gasped, staring at the peeling paper.

"What?"

"Just give me a second." Athena squinted at the wall, and her fingers traced the imprint there. A small owl, identical to the one on the necklace still around her neck. The necklace. Quickly, Athena grabbed the heavy glass medallion and set it against the imprint owl on the wall. The wall disappeared. It didn't melt, or slide into the floor or wall, just, one minute it was there, and the next gone.

"Wow," Trevor muttered. "That is quite some door." The passage beyond was stone, with a few burning brackets at equal intervals. "I'm not sure if I want to come now . . ." he said.

"Oh, come on you scardey cat," Athena said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him behind her.

The passage wasn't as long as it had first seemed to be, but it was long enough for Athena. She had been asking questions and receiving answers that almost all held the words 'probably' or 'most likely' in them. Now she might be meeting the person who had brought her here.

. . .

As the bright room came into view, Athena was starting to almost shake, and her hand in Trevor's was getting slick with perspiration.

"You okay?" He asked her quietly, readjusting his grip.

"Fine," she said, but her voice caught in the throat. She coughed. "Fine," she said, and this time her voice didn't as much as waver. They entered the room, and Trevor stopped abruptly.

"Oh. My. Gods." He breathed.

"Hello, Trevor, Athena," said one of the beautiful women in the room.

"Who . . .?" Athena asked, looking from one to the other.

The blonde one laughed. "I am Aphrodite, darling. Goddess of Love. This is Athena and . . ."

"I'm Artemis," said the youngest, who had silver hair, throwing a glare at Aphrodite.

Athena was feeling a little light-headed. She could basically feel the power in the room. "Whoa . . ." she said quietly. Trevor just gaped, and tightened his grip on her hand even more.