I think I might be turning this into a PJO drabble series. I don't know… You'll have to tell me if I should, or if I should just stop.

"Get back here!" Percy yelled after the smelly man who stole his Hot Pocket. "That's mine!"

Smelly Man turned a corner and was gone, Percy slowed to a stop. Chasing a mortal for a lukewarm pizza stick wasn't worth the chase…chase, he though, another reminder of Annabeth. Suddenly the Southern California street seemed way too warm, this wasn't home.

"We didn't know where to go next with Eric's ADHD…"

Percy started and looked over to the shop window full of TV's where a commercial for ADHD was playing. A hundred TV's telling parents if their kids aren't "alert and focused" then they need pills and "non-stimulate intuniv."

"Pfft," Percy scoffed, moving on. Eric's probably a demigod, he thought. Pills wouldn't only cause headaches, irritability, weakness and a decrease in…. umm…performance… BUT without the ability to keep our head in the game we die. It's that simple.

"Hey, a Bargain Mart," he said, "maybe I gan get some free samples."