Decades Later

"Jason?" Thomas Jefferson Jr. called. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." Jason whispered. "It's-It's nothing."

"Are you sure? Do you wanna talk about it?"

"She died today." Jason's head spun as he said it, admitted to it. It made it so much more real...made it harder to think that it never happened at all. "Thalia. My sister died today."

"I'm sorry." T.J paused for a minute. "How?"

"She-She was 92, T.J. And there was...there was this monster, see. She was too old. Sam, if there had been someone to help her, she would have survived!"

"Jason?" T.J paused, unsure if he wanted to risk upsetting him. "Aren't you dead as well? Shouldn't this be a happy moment?"

eJason shook his head, tears falling free.

"T.J...when she was alive I could leave the hotel to go see her! I-I could do it whenever I wanted...but now she's in the Greek afterlife. The Greek and Roman afterlife. I'll never see her again. Leo, Piper, they're both gone too...Frank, Hazel,Reyna..Will. Percy, Annabeth and Nico are alive but they all have their own families."

Sam's hands flew to her mouth.

"Can you leave?" Jason whispered. T.J nodded, walking out with one last glance at Jason.

"Jason! Jason!" The Son of Jupiter wheeled around to see a teenager with blonde hair, blue eyes, sunglasses and a white toga.

He looked closer and the image fluttered, turning into a lanky, acne-ridden boy with a mop of messy brown hair. Several burns and cuts shone on his face. He looked younger now and Jason would remember those eyes anywhere.

"Lester. Lord Apollo." Jason felt his eyes tear up yet again. Hadn't he just stopped crying? Control yourself, Jason!

"Little brother! You're missing Thalia and your friends, huh?" Lester put a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"How did you know?" Jason asked, his voice a gravelly whisper.

"That would be our fault." Two young Valkyries stepped out of the shadows. One Jason recognized as Erika, the girl who'd asked him his if he was mortal on his first night at Valhalla. She still looked as young as she had been then. The other had honey blonde hair and sea-green eyes. She looked about 20-25

"Who are you?" Jason cocked his head.

"Well, I'm Erika, you knew that...but I'm, uh, also a Hunter of Artemis!" Erika looked away pointedly. "I'll be leaving the Hotel forever, soon. I'm to be the new Lieutenant."

"Ah...Good Luck, Hunter." The former Praetor nodded.

"Thank you, boy. But I imagine you'll be severely more interested in my comrade."

The blonde girl smiled softly. "Hey, Uncle Jason. I'm...I'm Charlie. Charlotte 'Charlie' Zoe Jackson? Percy and Annabeth's daughter?"

Jason blinked, his eyes darting to a picture of the 7 on his nightstand. He could see them in her face. Floor 19 hadn't changed much.

Samirah and Amir were now staying here, having died years ago. There was a young boy named...

"Luke! The boy next door!" Jason exclaimed. "He's..."

"My brother." Zoe confirmed. "Luke Ethan Jackson. But we're getting off track! Lord Apollo has a gift for you. It's your birthday isn't it?"

It was.

"Here you go, little brother." Apollo held out a pen. It was a pleasant purple with an orange cap. The inscription was in green and read: Υποβιβασμός.

"The Greek word for 'underflow'...as in, Riptide." Jason realized.

"If you touch the word, it will take you to Elysium." Apollo smiled brightly. "You'll be taken back to this room in 12 hours but if you'd like to leave sooner, simply say 'Sirius.' I wish you the best of luck and a wonderful life-err, death! Goodbye, Jason Grace!"

"Goodbye, Apollo." Jason whispered, smiling.

For once, he was at peace.