I love the Mist. After the LA news aired, the story was this. The explosion at Santa Monica was caused by a shotgun bullet fired by a crazy kidnapper at a police car that hit a gas main that had ruptured because of the earthquake. The Crazy Kidnapper, the Lord of war himself, Ares, was responsible for not only the abduction of Percy, Annabeth and Grover, but my disappearance over six years ago and Ethan's apparent death around that same time. The news also declared us no longer fugitives, and all of the wrongdoings that had happened on our journey were explained away as well. The commotion on the Greyhound? The four of us made it so we could get away from our abductor. The explosion at the St Louis Arch? Our kidnapper, how could us weak little kids do that? It would soon be revealed that a concerned waitress from Denver had seen a large man threatening us outside the diner where she worked, gotten a friend to take a picture of us and notified the police. Then, Percy Jackson, the newest of the abducted children, stood up to his kidnapper and stole one of his guns and they fought shotgun to rifle for our freedom. The police had shown up just in time, but during the explosion, five cop cars had been destroyed and the kidnapper had escaped. The reporters had told us all this, we just nodded along acting tearful and exhausted, which wasn't hard to do, and played up the victim card for the cameras.

"All I want is to see my loving stepfather again." Percy said, trying to hold back tears. "Every time I saw him on the TV, calling me a delinquent punk, I knew...somehow...we would be ok. And I know he'll want to reward each and every person in this beautiful city of Los Angeles with a free major appliance from his store." The police, reporters and bystanders were so moved by Percy's speech that they passed around a hat and managed to raise enough money for the four of us to get tickets on the next flight to New York. Percy was gripping his armrests all from take-off to touchdown. We were harassed by the press the second we got off the plane but thank to Annabeth's quick thinking she managed to get them away from us. We split up at the taxi stand, Percy heading to the Empire State Building while Annabeth, Grover and I were on our way back to Camp.