They really hadn't thought this through.

Okay, Mari hadn't actually had a chance to think things through, being unconscious and all, but that was besides the point. They didn't have a plan and they kind of needed one, because they were both standing outside of airport security with zero passports and zero mist manipulation abilities (well, Mari could have used the mist to slap the person at the counter in the face, but that would probably cause more problems than it would solve).

Clarisse had apparently told the cab driver to 'step on it or she'd step on his brain', so he'd probably broken about seven speed limits to get them both to Miami International Airport in nine minutes. She did tip the taxi driver generously, though. Maybe it would cover the fines.

"We should just run past," Clarisse whispered.

Mari stomped on her foot.

"OW! What's your problem, smartass?!" Clarisse yelped and started hopping up and down.

Mari scowled up at her. "That's not gonna work. Oak used the mist to get me to the US from the UK, and even that was risky. They have airports, like, locked down on security. Lot of good it would do the others, going their own way if we get caught and detained by airport security and Thalia's tree dies."

Clarisse huffed but didn't argue, which made Mari feel very smug.

"Well, what's your suggestion, then?" Clarisse shot back.

Mari frowned. "...I've got nothing."

The smug feeling had gone now.

A guard approached them. "Excuse me, ladies?"

Mari swore and darted behind Clarisse, who made an indignant noise and pushed her in front again. The guard's eyes crinkled in annoyance but he maintained a polite smile.

"What do you want, punk?" Clarisse snarled.

Maybe it was kind of weird for Clarisse to be calling an airport guard who was two inches taller than her a punk, but to be fair neither of them knew why he was approaching them. Best case scenario, he was wondering why a teen in bloody armour and a ten year old girl in a ripped up Greek chiton (even though he probably didn't know what a chiton was) were trying to have a fight on the floor of airport security. Worst case scenario, he was some kind of Ancient Greek monster who thought they smelled like dinner.

"I noticed you seem to be in distress about something," he said. "Is anything the matter?"

Mari answered "No!" at the exact same time Clarisse answered "Yes!"

The guard gave them a very confused look.

Mari expected this to be the moment where they were both dragged out of the airport and told to come back with identification (and possibly parents, which was a sore spot for both of them) but something very strange happened instead.

"Ah! How silly of me! Miss Larelle! Here to visit her uncle in New York! And with Miss Caramel, too. Don't you worry, girls. Your uncle called ahead, just two minutes ago in fact. Not to worry, he said you wouldn't have your passports. Given the situation I'm sure we can let it slide this once, right?"

Mari was, in fact, very sure that no matter the 'situation' the guard absolutely couldn't let it slide. And the guard had been coming over to ask about them trying to have a scrap in front of all the passengers, not allow them through security free and clear.

Clarisse was quicker on the uptake than she was.

"Thanks, my cousin was just being an idiot. Show us the way."

What the actual fuck?

The guard waved to the person at the till as they all passed, receiving no strange looks from anyone whatsoever. In fact, it was like whenever people started wondering why these two random children were getting a free pass through airport security, something else distracted them and they looked away again.

The guard did more than just lead them towards airport security. He bought them smoothies and took them right to the correct gate. This was good because neither Mari nor Clarisse had a clue which gate to go through.

"Alright, girls. I have to go back now, but just go through the gate. Once you board, turn left for first class." He winked at them like he was in on a secret or something, before turning away. A few paces later, he glanced back at them, looking very confused. Then he turned the corner with a spring in his step.

"Wait, first class?" Mari asked.

Clarisse scoffed. "You're shocked? Mr. D is the god of theatre. He's obviously going to be extravagant... uh, dignified in his taste or whatever."

Mari nearly stumbled over her sandals. "Mr. D?!"

Clarisse looked incredulous. "Seriously? You haven't figured it out? Annabeth said you were supposed to be a legacy of Athena."

Mari continued to look at Clarisse, confused.

"Miss Larelle? Miss Caramel?! Jeez, I thought you guys were supposed to be smart."

Then it clicked.

"Mr. D used the mist on the airport security? From camp?"

Clarisse snorted. "I know you're not doubting the ability of a god."

Mari looked up at the sky nervously, but nothing happened and she didn't spontaneously turn into a dolphin either.

Clarisse grabbed her shoulder and dragged her along the hallway. "We have to go before the flight takes off." Two flight attendants were waiting for them at the opening of the plane. They smiled and waved, attempting to take their coats. When one of them tried to grab the golden fleece from Mari's shoulders, she darted away so violently that she tripped over her ankle and fell to the floor.

Red-faced, she got back up and thanked the flight attendant, clutching the fleece around her shoulders like it was her firstborn child or something.

"Are you okay, Ma'am?"

Never, in her entire fifteen years, (granted for five of them she was too young to remember much, and for the other five she was held hostage on a crazy guinea pig murder island) had Mari ever been called Ma'am. She only knew of one person who was called Ma'am, and that was the Queen. Only, when people called the Queen Ma'am, they pronounced it so it sounded like arm. Here people made it sound like jam. Americans were weird. Wait, was the Queen even still alive?

Mari followed Clarisse to the front of the plane and gasped. This was bloody cool.

The room was full of little closed off seats, with TV's that looked as if they were plated in gold.

Mari was directed to a seat directly at the front. Now that she knew exactly who got them on the plane so easily, she figured they were probably here to get off as quickly as possible. She wasn't complaining about flying first class, though.

She threw her body into the seat like she was a sack of flower. Clarisse couldn't exactly judge her, since she'd collapsed in a similar fashion. For a second Mari was worried she'd died, since she was completely still. She was genuinely about to call for help when Clarisse's chest finally rose and fell again.

"Hey, Clarisse. They have cool pillows, look! It's even embroidered." Mari held one up excitedly. Clarisse narrowed her eyes, and then pressed a button in her seating area that Mari couldn't see. The previously down divider between their seats began to rise, until there was a little click sound and it locked in place.

The flight was three hours, and she spent the first two of those watching consecutive cartoons (she wasn't sure if it was because she genuinely enjoyed them still or because she missed them whilst Circe was torturing her).

The next two, she found out that the chairs on the plane had in-built massage features. Her leg was healed now from being wrapped in the Golden Fleece for so long, which made her slightly guilty because Annabeth definitely needed it more than she did. But when she imagined them leaving the fleece with Annabeth's group, a cold feeling of dread gripped her chest.

That wasn't good. Her 'instincts' hadn't really made much of an appearance other than when she toppled down the mountain on Polyphemus's island and had to pretend to be a dentist (which, despite being less than five hours ago, felt like an eternity). Were Annabeth and the others in trouble? What if Polyphemus managed to follow them back somehow? No, he seemed fairly attached to his island and Mari couldn't picture him swimming that far. What was it?

They were probably fine, right? She was just nervous.

Back to the massage chair. Despite the fact her leg was healed, she still appreciated the fact that the chair adjusted to support her legs, and massaged them, too. One flight attendant even gave her another complementary smoothie. She felt like she was in a spa. Well, what she imagined a spa to be like, since she'd never been. Circe's island didn't count.

Mari woke to the sound of the divider between her seat and Clarisse's lowering. She saw Clarisse was already awake.

"We land in thirty minutes," Clarisse said. Mari watched as Clarisse opened a little compartment on the side of the plane she hadn't realised existed.

"What are you doing?"

Clarisse breathed deeply through her nose, and Mari wondered if that was some kind of calming technique. If it was, she didn't think it was working very well.

Clarisse refused to answer her as she pulled something from the compartment and stuffed it into a quest backpack.

"Where did you get the backpack?!" Mari asked.

Clarisse shot her yet another 'shut up' look, before whispering back. "Tantalus gave it to me, now quiet! I don't know if we're allowed to take this stuff."

Mari realised she was shovelling chocolate and other sweets into her bag. She clambered over to an identical compartment to the side of her own seat, and pushed down.

It sprang open, revealing a whole display of carious sweets and some cool-looking drinks. Mari grabbed the obnoxiously-coloured hard sweets in a blue package, before she noticed several make-up kits in the corner. Mari didn't know if complementary meant free or not but she wasn't taking any chances. She snatched all the bags.

She clambered over the divider thing to Clarisse, who was still stuffing sweets into her bag. Mari nudged her.

"These, too." She handed Clarisse her finds.

Clarisse frowned. "How am I supposed to find the room? Just leave them."

Mari frowned. Would it kill her to share?

"Put them in or I'll tell the flight attendants you were stealing the other stuff." She crossed her arms and tried to look serious.

Clarisse locked eyes with her for about thirty seconds before apparently deciding she wasn't bluffing (she was bluffing) and opened her bag.

Mari happily tipped in all of her finds, before turning to Clarisse's own compartments and seeing she'd left the make-up products. "How could you ever even think of leaving these?" She handed them to Clarisse, who made an annoyed noise and shielded the bag from Mari like she thought she was going to try and throw it out of the window or something.

"Why the Hades would you need two sets?!" Clarisse glared.

Mari nodded. "Oh! I don't. I'm going to give the second one to Drew."

Clarisse frowned like she was trying to remember something. "Drew... Tanaka?" she asked.

Mari nodded. "Yeah. You know her?"

Clarisse scoffed. "Yeah. She's annoying."

No, she wasn't! Drew had been nice to her when she'd last seen the younger girl. Well, she guessed Drew wasn't so young anymore. But they'd been friends, right? Mari hoped Drew still wanted to be friends.

"Drew isn't annoying. You're annoying." She stuck her tongue out at Clarisse to emphasise the point.

"Do you want me to carry the second set or not?" Clarisse snapped. Mari nodded and Clarisse shoved the other bags into her backpack.

"Great! Now sit back down and don't open your mouth unless it's about the quest? Got it, smartass?!"

Mari had forgotten that Clarisse was a daughter of Ares. Ares was the god of war (dumb war, but Mari didn't want to provoke Clarisse by saying that out loud) and that meant he could be scary. It seemed like Clarisse inherited that from her father. She looked like she could toss Mari out of the window with one arm if she wanted.

Mari climbed back over the divider thing, and put the plane seatbelt on. She ate another one of those neon hard sweets to pass the time. She was pretty sure it wasn't allowed this close to descent, but she didn't think the chances of her choking during plane landing were high after literally fighting a one-eyed giant baby to get to this point. The fates liked drama, right? This wasn't a very... dramatic way to go. And she didn't get any bad feelings, anyway.

The descent was bumpy and uncomfortable. Mari wasn't sure what the plane was actually doing, but it felt like it was constantly falling, then stopping itself again. The only reason she didn't freak out was because she was pretty sure she hadn't done anything to piss Zeus off (unless he could read thoughts) and even if she had, he couldn't crash the plane whilst she had the fleece on it because then everyone at camp would die, which would make all Zeus's family mad at him (if they cared enough to be). And Oak had told her about this last time she's was on a plane...

Mari hadn't thought about Oak in a while. She wondered what had happened to his poppy. Could she even have it back now?

Mari still sighed in relief as she felt the wheels of the plane hit the tarmac. It was called tarmac, right?

They were back in New York. They were really back in New York. This was happening.

Mari knew Clarisse had told her not to say anything about the quest, or bother her, but she couldn't help but grip the girl's arm in fear.

Clarisse yanked her arm away. "What do you want now?!"

"Do you think my siblings will remember me?" She didn't mean for her voice to be as small or shaky or not. She'd been going for nonchalant. But she sounded like a squeaky mouse as she spoke.

Clarisse, to her surprise, didn't deliver a rude comment. Well, it was kind of rude, but it was... nice. "Oh, you don't need to worry about that. You're too wimpy and obnoxious for anyone to forget. Now shut up and get off the plane when they call us."

Mari nodded, biting her lip anxiously. What if Clarisse was wrong? It had been five years. She didn't expect someone as young as Sean to remember her, but what about Sammy? Viti? Mason? Lee?

Sammy was probably gone by now. Mari didn't remember if they had any plans after camp, but she couldn't imagine them sticking around when there was a whole world out there. Viti could still be there. If she was still alive. A cold weight settled in Mari's chest as she realised she hadn't even considered the fact that most demigods didn't live long past sixteen. Viti would be last that age by now, right?

Mason would probably be cabin counsellor. She could imagine him enjoying looking after the little kids. If there were new little kids. He'd be a good counsellor. Mari couldn't imagine what Lee would be doing. Probably much the same as before. Arguing with Michael about archery.

If they were all alive still.

Mari followed Clarisse, smiling at the flight attendant, whose eyes also glossed over in confusion as she smiled back.

They didn't have any baggage to 'claim' since Mari was wearing the fleece and Clarisse was using her backpack of airplane contraband as a carry-on. It only took them ten minutes to manoeuvre through the gate, to airport checkout.

When the guard saw them, instead of reaching for a passport, he absent-mindedly stamped their hands and waved them through.

One of them seriously should have realised it was going way too smoothly to entertain the fates.

"We need to contact someone to pick us up." Clarisse poured through her pockets, but she was out of drachmas.

Mari had just figured they'd get a cab like they did on the way to Miami airport, but they were out of money. And walking all the way back to camp? Even for demigods, that was a stretch. And they were injured.

"Oh! I have... this." Mari fished out the golden drachma she'd grabbed from the wreckage of the sinking ship, mentally thanking her instincts (could a person even thank her own powers?) and handed it to Clarisse.

"Great. Let's find a bathroom then."

Neither of them wanted to use the disabled bathrooms, so they ended up sneaking into a locked broom closet. Clarisse kicked it open. Mari didn't think the mist would cover that but apparently it did, since the mortals didn't notice a thing. Then again, for the mortals to notice a thing, there would have had to be mortals in the corridor.

The emptiness of it really should have set off alarm bells in at least one of their heads.

Mari hadn't used her light powers in a while. Like, a long while. She'd used them on the ship to see what she was doing once, but that was only for a couple seconds. Clarisse pulled an old-looking water bottle (Mari suspected the only reason it was still full was because it probably contained saltwater at this point) and gestured for Mari to go.

She closed her eyes and focused on her hands. She didn't dare open her eyes to see if it was working, but her hands felt warm and she heard water splashing and the toss of a coin, so somehow she knew it was.

"Oh Iris, Goddess of the rainbow. Please accept my offering. Show me Dionysus at camp Halfblood."

Mari opened her eyes as an image shimmered into existence.

Mr. D was lounging in an old-looking chair, and it looked like they'd caught him by surprise because he was hastily transforming what looked suspiciously like a wine glass into a can of Diet Coke.

"What are you brats doing?" was his gruff greeting.

"Mr. D? It's Clarisse. We have the fleece."

Mari guessed it was something in her DNA (even though she was pretty sure gods didn't have any), but she had to restrain herself from pointing out that that rhymed.

Mr. D frowned. "'We?' I was under the impression that Mr. Jensen and... the other ones were on their way back with Chiron. Did you take another Cyclops back with you, Clarence?"

Mari grit her teeth.

Don't piss off a god, don't piss off a god, you're so close to being back, don't ruin it and piss off a god...

She realised Clarisse was looking at her expectantly.

She popped her head into the IM's line of sight.

"Uh-"

It was probably a good thing she hadn't thought of what to say. Dionysus recognised her.

She wouldn't call his reaction anything like surprise. More like... mild confusion mixed with annoyance.

"The British Apollo brat? I thought she was five feet under."

Mari bit her cheek, hard, to stop herself from calling him a rude name. "Uh, very not dead... thanks for asking."

Mr. D shrugged. "If you must bring her with you, I will inform Chiron. Aside from that, why did you bother me?"

Mari got the feeling he was more concerned about getting back to his drink than actually getting the fleece back to camp. That pissed her off even more. Didn't he have kids at camp? She was pretty sure there had been three boys, two of them with the same father on both sides and the other one a year from leaving, back when she'd been there five years ago. Did he not care about their continued safety?

Oh, yeah. He was a god. He probably didn't, then.

Mari remembered his curse. Was he... did he hope if the camp was destroyed, his punishment would end early and he could go back to Olympus? Was he really willing to sacrifice his own kids and the kids of his family for that? She hoped not.

"We need a ride back to camp." Mari hoped her voice was a lot nicer than she wanted it to be.

Dionysus sneered. "Why, was the first class flight not enough?"

Clarisse took the reins back on the conversation. "We really appreciate it, sir. But we don't have the money for a cab and we need to get to the tree fast. You know what will happen if we don't."

That seemed to draw Mr D out of his drunk (sorry, not drunk because he absolutely hadn't been drinking) stupor. At least, it kind of did.

"Argus can be there in ten minutes if he ignores the speed limits. Which he will."

Mari didn't understand how Argus could get there in ten minutes by ignoring the speed limits unless he went as fast as an actual plane, but she wasn't about to question Mr. D's help. She didn't want to be responsible for it getting taken away.

"Thank you, Lord Dionysus," said Clarisse.

Clarisse stomped on Mari's foot.

"Ow! - I meant, wow, thankyou, Lord Dionysus."

He scowled at both of them, and instead of swiping his hand through the IM like a normal person (or maybe this was standard practice for gods) he threw his Diet Coke can at it.

"Wow, that hurt." Mari deadpanned.

Clarisse scoffed. "You'll get over it. Let's wait outside."

Clarisse dragged Mari towards the exit to the airport, which was surprisingly empty, again. She was pretty sure there had been people around her a little while ago. There had been, right? Maybe she was overthinking things. It had been a really tiring few days, after all. It had been a tiring few years.

They sat down on a bench, and Clarisse began fiddling with the straps on her backpack. Mari wrapped the fleece around her to keep warm. It may have been mid-summer, but it was also just sunrise in New York.

"Clarisse?" she asked tentatively.

Clarisse huffed. "What do you want?!"

"Can you tell me about the last line of the prophecy now, please?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Just be quiet and wait."

Mari couldn't tell when people lied, like Viti could. It wasn't her power. And she wasn't that good at reading people, either. Not to mention that she'd just met Clarisse, like, less than 12 hours ago. But from the way Clarisse had reacted when she'd brought up the prophecy last time, Mari felt fairly confident in calling bullshit. Clarisse definitely knew more than she was letting on, about something.

She just didn't know what.

"Can I interessssst you in a copy of the New Yorker?"

That sounded horribly familiar.

"Very interessssssting headlinessssss. Can I interesssssst you in a copy?"

Mari and Clarisse both turned towards the voice.

Oh, shit.

"Sandy?!"

The dracaena laughed, and even that sounded really... hissy. There was no way to describe it other than hissy.

"Marion Carter! I'm not ssssssurprisssssssed you remembered me. I came closssssse to killing you when we lasssssssst met! Now, I will finissssssh the tassssk!"

Sandy charged. Clarisse, weaponless, had to dodge out of the way, which left a clear path for Sandy.

Mari tried to dodge but Sandy's creepy snake leg wrapped around her ankles and started dragging her across the airport entrance. Gods, where the fuck were the mortals when she needed them? Mist or not, she hoped airport security would have done something about a ten-year-old being dragged across the gravel by an evidently evil women.

Clarisse ran after them, but Sandy struck out and slashed her across the chest. "You will get your turn, Clarisse La Rue! After I destroy this daughter of the usurper!"

The Usurper? How the fuck was her father a usurper? Granted, she'd never met the guy, but— Her already bad head bumped against the floor. "Ow!"

Sandy laughed. "I wasssss not lying about the good headlinesssssss, demigod ssssscum. Would you like to hear the front page newssssss?"

"N-not really!" Mari grunted as Sandy deliberately threw her head into a lamp-post.

"It isssssss death!" Sandy hissed.

Sandy grabbed Mari's wrist and ripped Drys away, throwing it across the gravel.

Mari screeched and thrashed as Sandy began to drag her behind a tree, which was in one of those pots embedded in concrete. She heard some shouting, which she couldn't make out, but Clarisse wasn't in any kind of state to help her. Mari hadn't seen how deep the slashes were, but there had been blood.

She was alone, weaponless, with a creature that could create gashes deep enough to draw blood in one strike. Gods, how the fuck had she survived Sandy the first time?

"It hasssssss been five long yearssssss, demigod. Where have you been hiding from me?"

What the fuck? Why did she care about where Mari had been?

"Why-does-it-matter?!" Between each word, Mari tried to kick at Sandy's scale-legs, but it didn't work.

"I never let my victims live! You will be no different! I hasssss been five long yearsssss of waiting! Where have you been?!"

Mari dug her nails into the scales to try and get Sandy to let go. That didn't work, either. Was Sandy saying she'd been waiting for five whole years? Why?! Didn't she have better things to do? That was honestly a little creepy. A lot creepy, actually, when she thought about it.

Sandy might have asked her a question, but Mari didn't want to explain anything to her. And even if she did, she couldn't imagine Sandy was patient enough to listen to some that that complicated. Or smart enough to understand half of it. Said snake-woman evidently got bored of waiting for Mari to respond, opening her mouth wide, just like she had five years ago, to finish the job.

Mari's head hit the dirt. Wait, the dirt...

Sandy leaned over, a grin on her face that looked downright horrifying, with the red lipstick from her human disguise coating her teeth. She looked like she could be the outcast cousin of Pennywise the clown.

She opened her mouth, wider than any mouth should naturally open...

Mari threw a handful of dirt at her teeth.

Sandy recoiled, choking on the dirt (Mari was pretty sure she accidentally got an earthworm in there, and she felt kind of bad for it) and the scaly coil around Mari's ankles loosened for a second. Mari made full use of the second, pulling herself free and darting around Sandy's flailing scale-legs as fast as she could.

Sandy hissed in rage, but it sounded kind of muffled because she was still spitting out dirt.

Mari stumbled up and tried to put as much space between herself and Sandy as she possibly could before Sandy recovered. She wasn't exactly sure how Sandy's snake-legs worked, but they were fast.

She was halfway back to Clarisse before she heard a the slinky sound of scaled rubbing together behind her. Shit, she'd hoped Sandy would try and get all the dirt out of her mouth before chasing after her.

"Hey, smartass!"

Clarisse's voice was broken up through pain, and Mari was pretty sure she'd need some kind of medical aid after this. Regardless, she had managed to toss the sword into a wide arc in the air, right towards Mari.

She had to jump to catch it, which wasn't the greatest for her leg. The fleece apparently sped up healing, but it couldn't instantaneously erase a wound. Though the bleeding had stopped, she had scabs on her leg from Polyphemus's demon sheep. As she jumped, they pulled at her skin, sending waves of pain along her thigh. Still, she managed to catch the sword.

A scaly hand grabbed her ankle.

Had she caught Oak Glader's sword in any other position, she probably would have died right there. But she'd managed to catch it by the hilt, with the blade facing down.

Without paying much attention, Sandy yanked Mari towards her open mouth. Mari didn't have enough time to react, but it didn't matter.

The sword cut through the bottom of Sandy's jaw, driven by the Dracaena's own momentum. Mari felt two sharp stabs in her lower arm but didn't have time to process why.

Sandy made a horrible noise, a disturbing mix between a hiss and a shriek. Mari couldn't tell if it was out of pain or out of anger. Then she exploded into golden dust.

Mari felt a sharp pain in her lower arm. She glanced down and nearly threw up. There were two teeth embedded in the flesh just above her wrist.

Dracaenae weren't poisonous, right? No. Just really gross. So she should keep the teeth in... as much as that thought made her shudder, she couldn't afford to lose any blood because Clarisse now needed the fleece a Hades of a lot more than she did.

She stumbled towards Clarisse, biting her lip to stop herself from crying out when she had to put Drys back onto her wrist, in bracelet form. She didn't know what the teeth would look like, probably shattered glass or something. But an Ancient Greek sword... at best, people would think she'd robbed the Metropolitan and at worst they would probably arrest her for having a gun at an airport.

"Is... is it gone?" Clarisse asked as Mari wrapped her in the fleece.

"Yes. She's gone."

Mari was kinda insulted by how surprised Clarisse looked. The absence of the fleece made her feel cold, like she'd just chugged ice water. Her breathing was heavier than before, too. Was she sure that dracaenae weren't poisonous?

A car horn honked.

Mari looked up, and suddenly she felt like she was somewhere else.

She could nearly smell the pine trees on the road to camp. And feel the sticky blood on her hands. It was the same red as the Poppy. She wondered again what had happened to Oak's poppy. Did someone throw it away?

"Hey." Clarisse was standing up now, nudging her with her foot. "Do you want to go back to camp, or not?"

Mari scrambled up and followed Clarisse. Last time she'd gotten into this van, she'd been clutching a backpack and a poppy. This time, she was clutching nothing.

But the person coming back to camp with her was alive.

Mari stumbled into the back seat of the car, next to Clarisse, who was gripping the fleece like it was her own skin. Mari's forehead felt kind of sweaty as the car started, so she leaned back against the head of the carseat and closed her eyes. It didn't make the pain in her hand go away, but at least it made it so she didn't have to see it.

She was going back to camp now. She'd done it. Argus had fuel and they didn't have to stop. Hades, they could probably drive right past Thalia's tree if they wanted. There weren't any more hurdles. She was going to be safe. But... she should feel happier about that, right? Getting back to camp had been her one goal for the past five years. She'd thought it would feel relieving at the very least. So why did she still feel so on edge?