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"Sam, you're crazy!"

It was one or two in the morning. Percy, Annabeth, and I were just outside the camp's magical borders. I was pick locking the camp van.

"We need a ride to find Eudemus!" I said. "Hold the flashlight still, Percy! I can't see like this!"

"Sorry," Percy said. "Annabeth, stop poking me!"

"I didn't touch you! You're poking me!"

"Will you guys shut up?" I said.

"Yeah!"

I spun around. That voice wasn't Percy or Annabeth.

"Shut up, Travis!" It was coming from a nearby bush.

"Connor, Travis, what are you doing here?" Annabeth asked.

The Stoll brothers indignantly came out of the shrub they were hiding in.

"You guys were pulling a theft," Travis said.

"A BIG theft," Connor added.

"Of course, we knew you'd never be able to do it by yourself."

"Yes I can! I just have to break open the door and hotwire the van!" I said, indignantly.

"What about the car alarm?"

"And the fact that you know nothing about hotwiring cars?"

"And-"

"Fine!" I said. "You do it!"

"With pleasure," Travis said, stepping up to the van. He and Connor worked at it for nearly ten minutes and still hadn't broken in.

"What's wrong? Afraid of the car alarm?" Percy asked.

"No! We've done this before!" Connor said.

"They upped the security system since the last joyride we had!"

"You gotta be kidding me!" I said.

Suddenly, there was a screeching sound, some hissing, but then I blacked out.

"Wha... Where... Wha...?" I was in the Big House sick room. How cliché!

"Oh, good, you're awake." It was Damon, from the Apollo cabin.

"What happened?" I asked. "And can I have some ambrosia? I feel like I was just punched in the head forty or fifty times."

"Yeah, sure. Here," he said. He handed me a cup of ambrosia, which tastes like Drake's mom's lasagna. It was weird, but it was good.

"You were attacked be some empousa," Damon told me.

"Oh. They must've followed us from when they first attacked. I thought they were thrown back, though..."

"I guess they weren't. Anyways, one hit you on the head with a club, but Lisa and Ariel killed them. I think there were five or six. But don't worry, they're okay."

"Good," I said. I tried to stand up, and, to my surprise, it was easy. Damon walked next to me, in case I needed to lean on him. We walked out of the sick room, through the empty parlour, then outside, where Ariel stood, waiting.

"Hi Damon," she said, blushing. Then she seemed to regain herself and said, "Hey, Sammy. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thanks. Where's Percy and Annabeth?" I asked.

"Oh, I think they're at the beach with Drake and Sarah."

"Ok, thanks." I tried to walk. "Or, maybe... You could come with me?"

Damon laughed. "I think you should be staying here for the next couple of days. Want to play pinochle?"

"Sure. How do you play?"

"Well, you need two decks. It's a trick-taking game, meaning you..." he went on to explain how to play. After a couple of games, I got really good.

"Darn, you win again, Sam!" Ariel said, laughing. Just then, Chiron and Mr. D walked in.

"What are you brats doing here?" he asked in an obnoxious tone.

"Playing pinochle, Mr. D," Damon answered. "Don't worry, we're finished." We all got up and walked – or rather, helped me as I stumbled – onto the porch. We watched as the sun set over the beach.

"Hey, what's that in the sky?"

I looked up to where Ariel was pointing. A dark outline of a car descended into the lake and a man – who looked about 20 – hopped out and disappeared.

"What the-?"

"Hey everyone!" said a voice from behind us. We all twirled around.

"I am Apollo, god of a lot of things!"

Dun dun dunnnn...