I groaned and opened my eyes. I felt like I'd been shoved in a fryer, spat back out, and then shoved in a washing machine set to "fast". Everything ached. Gods, Annabeth was going to kill me. I shot up from where I laid.

A soft hand held my shoulder, pushing me down. "Salve, mi fortum heroem." A pretty voice called from above me. A girl—more like a woman, stood above me.

I stared at her. "What?" Was that…was that Latin? It sounded like something Chiron would say back in, gods, the sixth grade! I was getting old.

She blinked. "Quid dixeras? Germanus lingus est?" The girl tilted her head.

"German? No?" I look at her in confusion. How had she not heard English before? People in, like, Sichuan, China have probably heard of it. "It's English. English." I stretch the word out for emphasis.

"English?" She paused. "Sicut Angles? Germanus es, tunc?" She nodded in satisfaction, then turned away in disappointment. "...Germanus lingus duco non potessum."

"No!" I was getting annoyed. "English! Not German." Why was she not getting this? It was like talking to a brick wall.

Is that what Annabeth feels like when talking to me? I groaned, feeling empathy for my blonde friend.

"Sed Angles Germani sunt…" Her eyes scrounge up in confusion. "Angles in supri Germania sunt…"

I didn't understand a word she spoke. Not a lick of it. This lady really needed to catch up to the times. Who spoke Latin in the twenty-first century? Not me, that's who. An idea struck me. "Greek! Do you speak it?" Please say she does, or this was going to be really awkward for me and her.

Her eyes lit up. "Graecus? Sic, I speak Greek." Her words finally became understandable to me as she spoke.

I switched to Greek as well. Then, I asked the greatest question of them all. "So…who are you?"

She giggled. "You must've been more injured than I thought." Wow, thanks for laughing at my wounds. How kind, lady. "I told it to you before, but you were half asleep." She paused dramatically. "I am Calypso, Percy."

"Like—like the pina colada?" I blurted out.

"No," She giggled again and shook her head. Calypso was a giggly person. "The other Calypso."

Like the myth? I couldn't remember much about her, but I think Annabeth said something about Calypso when we went over the Odyssey… I mean, I wasn't paying much attention, but I picked up some. "Aren't you an evil sorceress or something?"

"Would an "evil sorceress" nurse you back to health?" She laughed into her sleeve, which was of some kind of loose, white cloth. "No, I don't think I am."

I could have sworn she enchanted some poor schmuck in the Odyssey. Or maybe Annabeth meant that in the metaphorical sense? Pretty women are enchanting, just look at the Trojans. They had a whole war about some guys taking another guy's wife, like some sortof ancient, more bloody Keeping up with the Kardashians.

"I mean—I don't think an evil sorceress would admit they are an evil sorceress…and you could be using me in some kind of creepy ritual for all I know!" My accusations seemed fair. I was not becoming a guinea pig again, no matter how cute Annabeth called my fuzzy form. "Maybe you're keeping me alive till the full moon, then you sacrifice me to the Crooked One or something."

A flash of hurt showed on her face. I felt bad, why did it have to hurt more to make pretty girls sad? I wouldn't feel bad if, for example, I made Clarisse or Thalia cry—I'd probably just laugh.

She shook her head, tears in her eyes. "I—I wouldn't do that… Not since what I did to Odysseus…" What she did to Odysseyus? Was he the poor schmuck?

I changed the topic. Better to not have a grieving, angry sorceress around me while I could barely move my limbs. "So how did you know my name?"

"Oh? That?" Calypso blinked tears from her eyes. "You talk in your sleep."

Of course I do. "Was I a good narrator?"

She smiled, her mood no longer gloomy. "You tell me?"

Sooo…. You might be saying, Percy, don't trust this lady who you woke up around with no memory of getting there, she clearly has done evil things in the past. And, well, you might be right… Buuuut pretty lady make Percy brain no worky.

A damp towel was placed on my forehead. I noticed the bandages crisscrossing my body, the majority of my body either covered in white cloth or red skin. Calypso's soft fingers grasped the edge of some of the bandages. I flinched at her cold touch.

"Just changing your wrappings." Admittedly, her hands felt nice. "Did you get into a wrestling match with the Phlegethon?'" Calypso laughed. "When you first got here, most of your skin was red or black!"

The Phlegethon—that sounded like something my classmates would come up with. Oh, stand over here and blow your noses! Whoevers boogers goes the farthest gets a prize! Actually, wasn't that the fire river Annabeth talked about? Sooo… "Something like that."

"Something like that, you say!" She tisked. "And you're just going to leave a lady waiting after that?" She pulled a bandage off of my leg. Don't doctors usually tell you to look away?

Sorry, Mom. Screw stranger-danger.

"Well," I began. "It was more of a river of lava than fire."

Calypso's eyes widened. "Lava? What did you do to make Vulcan so mad?"

"Vulcan?" I narrow my eyes. "Who's that?"

"The god of the forge." She places a hand on my forehead, moving the damp cloth off of it. "Are you alright?" I whined at the removal of the cloth.

Sue me, I'm painfully hot.

"Don't you mean Hephaestus?"

"Ah…" She licked her lips. "I suppose you could call him that, but last I heard he did not like that name."

"Last I heard, that's all he wanted to be called." I objected. What kind of place had I wound up at, the Isles of the Blessed? Was I dead?

"Are you sure?" She looked worried.

"I talked to him yesterday!" What was she talking about? I hadn't been out for that long, right? Had the Titans won already? Was she from some other time period? I'm definitely dead.

"That's impossible."

"What?" I demanded. "Why?"

'Because I talked to him yesterday. He wanted to know who you were." She changed the cloth on my forehead for a colder one.

"But I've talked to him before! He was all buddy-buddy with me and—and stuff." I objected, hands shaking. She—she must be lying! Or I am dead. Or—I don't know.

"He said…" She looked hesitant. "He said he didn't recognize you, but he wanted to know why you had that. He sensed you coming from a forge of his" She pointed at my wrist.

I tried to lift my hand up. My muscles were too tired to move my wrist into view. C'mon, you lazy muscles! I pleaded with my arms. My arms wouldn't budge, lazy jerks.

Calypso's hands wrapped around my arm gently. She lifted my wrist into view—I wretched at the sight. It was a scythe. Why was a scythe carved into my skin? Mom would kill me! She said no tattoos… "How—how is that there?"

Her lips thinned. "That's what I was hoping you would tell me. Perhaps, my dear muse, you finish your tale?" She tightly wrapped bandages around my burnt skin. I winced.

"I think I'd remember getting tattooed with a hate symbol!" I paused, glaring at her. "Did you do this?"

She looked aghast. "Of course not!" She seemed genuine. I was once again met with the affliction of man—pretty girls looking hurt makes dudes hurt. "If I wanted to carve hate symbols into you, I'd make it more obvious!"

She was angry now. Ah, not good. I may not know much about the psyche of women, but I did know one thing; angry girls are terrifying. My survival instincts kicked in. "Sorry! Sorry…I didn't—I'm just confused."

Her hand traced my cheek. I felt like I had when my mom gave me a little bit of rum that one time—my chest was warm in a good way, a really good way. My throat was closed and tight, but I don't think it was a bad thing. And my stomach—it was bubbly and active, butterflies flapping against my insides.

Yep. Definitely screw stranger-danger. I'd happily wind up on the back of a milk carton if I got to feel like this.

Her fingers ran across my jaw. "It's okay, brave hero." I flushed. I prayed she didn't see it. "I know you meant no harm." She smiled brightly, her caramel hair highlighting the brilliant smile.

Oh. I'm the schmuck.

Calypso didn't care about my predicament. "How about you finish your story," She sat down on the edge of my bed? cot? "For me?"

"Right! Right, sure." I'm hopeless. "Uhm—what'd you want to know?"

"How about you tell me how exactly," She laid a hand on my shoulder. I didn't mind it. "You managed to fall in a river of lava."

"So Hephaestus promised a reward for finding out who was using a forge of his at, ah," I blanked as her fingers wrapped around my wrist. "Um, Mount Saint Helens."

"I don't believe I've heard of it."

Of course she hasn't. "It's in Washington state." I clarified for her. She still looked blank. "You know, in America? The west coast?"

She tilted her head, caramel hair brushing across her face. "Where?" I waited for her to start laughing and a camera crew to show up, telling me I just walked the prank, but she looked fully serious.

"Just—nevermind." Better to find out where I was later. "It's a volcano." Her nod told me to continue. "I went with my friend Annabeth—" I blushed. Annaveth had kissed me. She better be alright. "—and she used this invisibility hat to look around. I, well, didn't."

"So you got attacked?" She squeezed my hand. When did she grab my hand? "And then you fell in the lava?"

"Basically. The Telekhines noticed me and—" Calypso interrupted me.

"Telekhines? They haven't forged since the Titan war!" She looked aghast.

I nodded grimly. "Exactly. They were forging Kronos a new scythe. I managed to get Annabeth to run away and, well, stayed to buy time."

"You're very courageous," She squeezed my hand again. "My brave hero."

Butterflies? Nope, totally did not have those in my stomach. Not at all. I was not hopeless to affection at all, yep, definitely.

"I fought them. They vastly outnumbered me. They had lava, I'd give it a two out of ten, would not go again. They kept hitting me with lava and eventually cornered me at the top of the volcano. Then I had this crazy idea, ya know? I just used my water powers to create a lot of it. I ended up falling into the volcano and something sharp hit my hand." I weakly shrugged. "The volcano went boom, now I'm here."

"Well, I think you were very brave." Her fingers had intertwined with my own. When did that happen? I couldn't find it in myself to complain. "And I think it answers all of our questions."

"It does?"

Calypso giggled. "It does."

She was going to make me ask. Great. "How?"

"What cut you, I believe, was the Crooked One's scythe. And, well," She paused, looking simultaneously sad and gleeful. "I think you are now out of your time."

My eyes widened comedically. "Out of—out of my time?" I croaked out.

"Why else would I not know of the things that seem like common knowledge to you?" She seemed happy.

"You're uninformed?" I weakly guessed.

"The god's do visit me once in a while, as I did tell you." She said triumphantly.

I had no argument, but why did she have to seem so happy about it? Kronos was the Titan of time, so it did make some sense that this could happen, but still…I didn't want to believe it. What would happen to everyone? To—to camp…to my mom…to Annabeth!

"I have to get back!" I said with steel in my voice. "They need me."

Calypso looked hurt. "Do they?"

"What? Of course they do!" I glared.

"That's…not what I meant." She sighed and removed her hand from my own. Her hands moved to my hair and rubbed my scalp. "You're in the past, Percy. Do you know what that means?"

"Uhhh." I dumbly said. "I can't help my friends?"

"No." Her eyes lit up. "It means you have all the time in the world to help your friends!"

"I don't—I don't understand."

Her fingers scratched my scalp. It felt good. Was she a masseuse?

"Your enemies are, hmm, how far back was the Roman Empire from your time?' She asked, massaging my head.

The Roman Empire? I was in the time of Rome?

"Two—two thousand years?" My eyes bugged out. I was that far back? Maybe even farther!

"Well then." She looked like someone told her Christmas came early. "You have two thousand years to prepare."

"I'm a mortal." I deadpanned. "I'll die."

She shook her head. "Lucky for you, people don't age in Ogygia."

So that's where I was, Ogygia. Sounds like a slur for ogres. Actually, I did have a people didn't age here… "How old are you?"

One of her hands left my head. I groaned.

Again, sue me.

She held that hand to her mouth and snickered. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to ask a lady her age?"

While true, "I feel like it's a fair question when I am not even fifteen yet." A very fair question. Mom warned me against getting groomed.

She looked surprised. "And you aren't married yet?"

"Married!?" I blurted out, mouth dropping. "I just said I haven't even turned fifteen!"

"Exactly, you're a handsome, kind man—how have you not found a bride yet?" Red coloring climbed up my neck.

"Most people don't marry till they are in their twenties or thirties in my time." I say, still flushed. I am definitely the poor schmuck.

"Hmm…Strange times you come from." Her hand touched her chin. "But, to answer your question, I don't know."

"How do you not know?" I stutter out. I am totally getting groomed right now. Groomed by a girl who doesn't look a day older than maybe seventeen. "Are—are you that old?"

Calypso seemed to hold in a laugh. "No, no. Nothing like that.' She crinkled her eyes. "It's more that time is weird here. Or, atleast, it is weird when no god is here." She bit her bottom lip, seemingly deep in thought. "But I'm probably no older than twenty? Or eighteen? Experience wise, that is."

"But haven't you been here for, ya know, thousands of years." I ask incredulously.

"Well," She waves her hand offhandedly. "Not thousands, but yes, a while. As I said, time is weird here."

"Then if it's weird here…" I bite my cheek. "Won't I have no time to train for the future?"

"That's—" She froze up, like I had just rained all over her parade. "—That's probably true…"

I was serious when I said it looked like I had rained over her parade. She looked heartbroken, as if she was about to cry. Her hands were shaking.

"So…" Did a tear just fall from her eye? Why was—what did I do!? "So I guess you'll leave…"

Oh. "You can just go with me! You know more about this time period than I do, so you can be my guide." I don't see why she was so sad.

She looked down. "That's not possible; this island, it's not my home…it's my prison."

"Why? What'd you do?"

"I? I did nothing. My father, Atlas, however—I fear that he did a great deal."

I shuddered at his name. Atlas, I knew that guy well. He tried to kill me and practically everyone I loved last winter. Must've gotten coal for Christmas or something.

"Still," I said hesitantly. "How's it fair that you get punished for what your father did? I knew another daughter of Atlas, Zoe, and she was one of the bravest people I knew—heck, she even fought him and was…was killed by him." I stumbled over my words.

Calypso studied me. She seemed sad.

"What?" I asked.

"That's the thing, Percy." She choked out. "I—I did support him. He was, he is, my father."

"What? But the titans are evil!"

"Are they? Are all of them?" She held my hand in both of hers. It no longer felt nice. "Just, I don't want to argue with you about this, but is Leto evil? She mothered Apollo and Artemis. Was Thetis evil, who mothered Athena? Was Rhea, who hid away Zeus so he could kill his father, evil? And are all the gods—are they pure good? None of them are evil?"

I didn't answer. I felt like her words had just slapped me across the face, but it was true. After I have saved the gods in the past, they voted to kill me. And the myths aren't any better about the gods than of the Titans. "You still didn't need to support the Titans."

"Oh, Percy." She cupped my face and I sank as far back into the cot as I could. She sighed. "He's my father, Percy. Can you claim that your father is good? Or do you stand by him because he is your father?"

She had a point. Dad wasn't a good person. I'd seen the myths of what Poseidon has done: rape, murder, genocide, all sorts of terrible things were done by my dad.

"Maybe—maybe I was wrong in the war, wrong in siding with my father…but can you blame me, Percy?"

I couldn't, not really. I'd do the same in her shoes, most likely. "If you could go back in time, choose again, would you still pick him?"

"A million times over."

"Then why haven't you killed me?" I bit out, but it had no real strength behind it. "When you know who I am fighting in the future."

She placed a hand on my chest. "You know why I can't."

I really didn't.

"You're immortal. You'll see the war again, you'll see it in the far future. What choice will you make, then?"

"Will it matter what choice I make?"

I bit my lower lip. If she was stuck here, it ultimately wouldn't matter, but… "To me it does."

For some reason, her face went red. "Then—then if it matters so much to you, I pick whatever side you are on."

It was my turn to blush. She didn't choose the gods, nor did she pick the Titans. She—picked me. Would Annabeth do that? If I didn't side with the gods, would she stay by my side?

It hurt, knowing she wouldn't. But Calypso, who I barely knew for a day, who I've only spoken to for several hours, picked me. Picked my side. I didn't even know I got one of those.

"Why—just…just why?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

No, it wasn't. It really, really wasn't.

She seemed to light up through the tears. Her face, brilliantly glowing. I was enthralled. "I love you, Percy. Love you." She annunciated her words.

It wasn't just what she said that made my heart flutter—well, it was. But it was her wording. In Greek, there are seven types of love. She used ἔρως, eros, and πράγμα, pragma. That was—it was just deep, more deep than I was built to handle. I completely blue screened.

I never thought I was a sop before, a love at first kinda guy but…okay, I told you before, sue me. Percy, it's not a good idea to love a woman you just met and Percy, she's clearly crazy, she barely knows you and claims to have the deepest form of love for you, get away! Honestly, screw you guys. I'm a basic creature at heart. Pretty lady make Percy dumb. Pretty lady who says she loves Percy makes Percy even dumber.

It was okay, though, I think I wanted to be dumb right now. Being dumb made me feel really, really good.

"I—I, yeah. Yeah." I stuttered it out like a fool. Because, quite frankly, I don't know if I can reciprocate such intense feelings.

Calypso giggled. I'd grown to like the sound. "It's okay if you don't feel the same yet, I understand, Percy." She lowered her head.

"No! Nonono," I shook my head rapidly, "That's not necessarily it!"

"Then what is?"

"I, I just need to know you more…"

Her white, pearly teeth were blinding. "Okay."

I like being dumb. Being dumb is nice. Seriously, do not do heroin kids—love is way, way better. You get to be dumb if you do both, but love is much more fun. Probably; I haven't done heroin to test that. I don't think I'm going to test out which is technically better, though.

The stars were beautiful over the horizon. I layed back, staring at the sky over the cliff's edge. I could make out some of the constellations, like Capricorn, Sagittarius, and Pegasus. You know, all the fun ones Annabeth taught me…Speaking of Annabeth, I felt…weird about her. Like, my heart no longer felt strange when I thought about her. It only did that when I thought about, well—

"—you see?" I didn't respond. A finger snapped in front of my face.

"Hm?" I dumbly responded.

"I asked, "What do you see?", Percy."

My eyes were taken off of the skies and back to earth. However beautiful the night skies were, Calypso was so much more. More radiant than polaris and more beautiful than the nebulae above. I mean, I've seen the goddess of love before, and Calypso was so much more gorgeous. She just seemed, well, natural. Like seeing a stunning mountain range from afar, with the sight just being breathtaking without her trying. Calypso, like the mountains, like the rivers, like the sea was just beautiful, no effort put into it. She didn't try for her looks. She just was. With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight

"I see…" I was lost in her eyes. "I…uh…"

She gently laughed and sat next to me. "Ogygia can be beautiful."

"It wasn't Ogygia I was looking at." I coughed as soon as I said it, hoping she didn't hear my stupid, sappy words.

"I know." She sounded happy.

So, it seems she heard them.

We sat in silence, enjoying the night. Ogygia was warm, but not too warm. It was covered in all kinds of vegetation, the greens and browns and reds striking. The beaches were white, fine and pristine sands covering it. It was a paradise, and if there wasn't a war distantly looming over my head, I'd be happy to never leave.

Yet here is a war looming over my head.

Fun.

Calypso broke the silence. "When will you leave?"

I had thought about it a lot. Honestly, I didn't want to leave. I still don't, and it's not the island I'd be sad about leaving behind. "Whenever you're ready."

"I—Percy, you know I can't." Her words were soft yet sad.

"Why?" I looked at her.

"You know why, Percy." She shook her head. "I can't leave."

I asked a stupid question. "Have you tried to leave?"

"Have I—have I tried to leave?" Her voice was incredulous. "Of course I've tried to leave. The waters push me back if I try to sail off of here. And if I swim away, I wake up back here, coughing up water."

So the issue was the waters. "Easy. I'm a son of Posiedon, I'll just force the waters to let you, us, leave."

She frowned. "If only it was so easy. Can you claim to be stronger than your father, for it was he who placed the curse here."

"So?" I shrugged. "I don't need to be stronger than my father, I just need to be stronger than the curse he placed on you."

"That's…that's the same thing."

"Is it?"

"I—no. No, it's not." She smiled. "It's not! My gods, you're right!" She hugged my side. My face flushed.

"Exactly! Once we leave, you can help me get strong! We will have two thousand years to get—ah." I froze.

"Ah, what?" Calypso asked.

"You're immortal. I'm not. How are we going to, you know, not have me die of old age?" It's a pretty valid question, I think.

Calypso snickered. "That's your issue? Do you know how easy it is to become immortal?"

I looked at her like she was insane. "No? If it was easy, everyone would do it, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "It's easy for people like you and I—people who are, well, stronger than most. And people privy to information most don't know of."

"Information most aren't privy to?"

"Who said you had to become immortal the Greek way?" Her grin lit up her eyes.

I tilted my head. "Isn't there only the Greek way?"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

Then, in the span of the next forty minutes, my life was flipped upside down. More upside down than it already had been flipped at least. So, more gods beside the Greek ones. Awesome. Apparently, many gods existed from many different…ah…pantheons. It's just that many gods were killed by other gods, like the Greeks, who became the Romans, did to many of the Carthiginian and Gallic gods. Or they assimilated them. Both happened.

Calypso wanted me to take a dip in a river. Then she wanted me to eat a couple apples. Then she wanted me to eat some peaches. And remove my name from a book. And eat some pills. Heck, at this point we should just search for the Holy Grail!

Actually, has Jesus died yet? I'd totally love to meet the guy.

Calypso also wanted me to drink the elixir of life, learn magic, bind a god to my soul, meet some nymphs called Rusalki and Vodyanoy, and learn how to use my powers to the fullest. No pressure, yeah?

"So…I think you really don't want me to die?"

Calypso grabs my hand and tightly holds it, interlocking our fingers. "No."

"Right. Couldn't tell at all." I laugh. "Well, I guess I'm flattered?"

"You should be." She said, smiling. "It's me saying."

"Oh my." I hold my chest. "We should all bow down to Queen Calypso, then."

The caramel-haired girl rolled her eyes. "The king doesn't bow."

"Of course, how foolish of me."

"How foolish of you indeed."

We sat in comfortable silence, eventually falling asleep next to each other.

The sun woke us up, I didn't want to. Calypso made me.

I propped myself off of the ground, brushing off the grass and dirt covering my back. Nice thing about Ogygia? No bugs. Mosquitoes were in my top three enemies: it went Luke, Kronos, and Mosquitoes in first. Hate them. I mean, really, they serve no purpose but to make my day worse.

I bent over and reached a hand down to Calypso.

She grabbed my hand. "Thank you."

I pulled her up. She was light. "So…boat or no boat?"

"You want to leave now?"

"There's no time like the present." I shrug. "And, anyways, the longer we wait the less time we have."

"True." She sighed, wiping the grass and dirt off of her. "It's been…so, so long since I've seen the outside world. I can't even imagine what it's like."

"Neither can I." Smiling, I poke her. "I'll be there, though. So at least you'll have something familiar."

It was the same for me. I was terrified of what the world was like. Gods, the Roman Empire? I can't even imagine what it's like. And the gods? What if they just smite us as we leave? Hephaestus could clearly sense Kronos's power affecting me, so what about my dad when I'm in the water?

"Yeah." Her worriedness went away. It did wonders for my pride.

"I'll go down to the water, meet me there in twenty. Grab what you need." I didn't give her time to talk and moved down to the ocean.

I sat on the sand and stared at the water. It was cleaner than any water I'd seen at home—and, trust me, I've seen a lot of water. It made me sad to see what man had done to nature. Grover had a point, to be honest. The unpolluted skies I had seen last night were one of the greatest sights I had seen—second to only one other sight.

I'm a sap. I'd say to sue me, but it'd be the fifth time now. I don't need more debt.

I'd like to try to prevent this, prevent the pollution. I probably could do it, too. But, unfortunately, I liked my processed foods too much. A beautiful night sky or a big mac? Give me my burger, thank you very much. The industrial revolutions and its consequences were me getting blue coke, so screw nature. Until nature starts growing soda from a plant, I'll side with pollution.

Grover would have a conniption if he heard me say that. Good thing he doesn't hear me, or I'd be hooved to death. Or piped to death.

With his reed pipes. What do you think I mean by that? Although, his musical skills could probably put a man to death. I wouldn't even need to be flogged by the pipes! Just have my ears ruptured.

Who knew twinkle twinkle little star and hot cross buns could be so deadly? Satyrs, apparently.

"Percy!" A breathless voice called from behind me.

I turned back and was left breathless instead.

Yes, sap. Don't sue me.

Per usual, Calypso looked beautiful. Shocking, I know. It was practically a universal constant at this point. I vocalized my thoughts. "You look beautiful."

"I know." She laughed. "And you're handsome."

My sappy heart fluttered. I stood up. "Ready to leave?" I grabbed the bags she was carrying from her, as few as there were.

"Yep." She nodded.

"Great!" I picked her up bridal-style. "Lets leave."

Calypso imitated a tomato. "Why—why are you carrying me?"

I walked forward and reached the water. I kept walking forward like I was Jesus. Or was I doing this before Jesus? So, really, Jesus did it like me. Could I sue him now? Like, copyright infringement and stuff.

"That's why." I said, the crystal clear waters under our feet.

She looked at me in worry. "Won't you get tired?"

"I have a lot of motivation to stay awake."