So, did anyone else cry when Percy made that call to his mom in the Son of Neptune? No? Yeah, well I did. And I got to thinking, How did Sally react to that call? So, here's the answer! =)

I walked into the middle class apartment I now owned. My husband's salary has allowed me to buy a much cleaner, bigger apartment than the one I raised Percy in.

Oh, Percy. He's been missing for some time.

Chiron said that after eight months, he has to be... no, I can't even say it. But I don't believe him. I know that somewhere, my little baby's out there. But I guess I can't call him my little baby after he saved the world.

I sat in a leather recliner and hugged my legs to my chest. I've been desperately waiting for an Iris-Message, just one simple message from camp stating that Percy was alive and well, and I could see him. But no, it seems like an impossible request.

The phone rings. I wait for Paul to get it, but he doesn't. I forgot: It was midnight. He'd probably be asleep right now. I was so busy taking a stroll in Central Park to find inpiration for my book, that I lost track of time. The phone rings a few more times, then I hear Paul's voice on the recording.

A few seconds later, I hear a voice. A familiar voice. Percy's voice. I jumped out of the chair and hastily ran to the phone.

"Mom. Hey, I'm alive. Hera put me to sleep for a while, and then she took my memory, and..." His voice falters, and I want nothing more than to pick up the phone and talk to him, tell my baby I loved him, ask him when he's coming back home. Then, maybe when he is home, I would march right up to Olympus and slap Hera for taking away my baby, just for good measures.

"Anyway," Percy said, "I'm okay. I'm sorry. I'm on a quest - " He paused again. I wonder why. Maybe he was being attack? Maybe whoever he's on a quest with is talking to him? Maybe - no, I worry too much.

"I'll make it home. I promise. I love you."

The phone line drops, and all I can here is the echoing beep.

I try to call him back, but no one answers. He must've used a pay phone, or something.

I go back to my recliner, and sit in it. I smile happily, and my eyes tear up from pure joy. My little baby's alive. He's alive.

He's alive.

So, there you have it! A cute little one-shot about how Sallys feels when Percy calls her.

~Percidia Jackson