"How do I get there, miss?"

"You take the two-fifteen from platform six. It makes two stops, yours is the very last.

"Thanks, um, sorry to be a bother but where do I buy the tickets?"

"The counter's down the aisle. Turn left at the crossing."

"Thanks."

"So, what's on the agenda?"

"I've got us those tickets. Train leaves in half an hour. We could go get something to eat?"

"Ugh, we're plumb out of cash, though. I'm starved."

"Wait here."

"Why?"

"Just wait."

"You nicked this?"

"Yes, I nicked this."

"Aw, why?"

"Well, if you don't want it I'll go put it back…"

"No! I want it! But why'd you have to steal?"

"You said you were hungry. I stole it for you."

"Train leaves in fifteen minutes, Luke. Hurry up."

"You try lugging this suitcase around. You're the one who bought it!"

"It makes it easier, all right? Would you rather we carry our stuff around in our arms?"

"Don't be a smartass."

"Hurry up!"

"Thalia?"

"Mm?"

"Why do you like the rain so much?"

"I can't give two figs about the rain; it's the lighting I like."

"Why?"

"Because it's… electrifying."

"That was the worst pun."

"Makes me feel all tingly inside…"

"God, you're terrible at this. Shockingly bad, matter of fact."

"Oh, I'm bad?"

"Shit!"

"Aw, did that lightning strike scare you?"

"No. The window's not closed properly. Some rain flecked down."

"Sure."

"Well, there's the first stop gone."

"Finally, it took like an hour."

"An hour's fast, considering."

"Considering what?"

"Events."

"Yeah, Castellan. Speak in riddles, why don't you?"

"If you're too stupid to understand…"

"I'm smarter than you any day."

"Prove it."

"Oy, kids!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Where're your mum and dad, then?"

"None of your business!"

"Well, little spitfire. Was just asking, wasn't I?"

"We're on our way to meet them."

"Are you, lad? You ought to be careful round here. Not a good place for kids."

"We're just passing by."

"Pass by quickly, make."

"Luke, are you cold?"

"No."

"You're shivering, though."

"Am not."

"You can have my blanket, if you want it."

"No, you keep it."

"You don't have to be a gentleman, I already have a jacket."

"Well, good for you."

"Where's yours, then?"

"That beast stole it from me, remember? Pig face, pig stature… Little punk."

"Little? He was bigger than you."

"Go to sleep."

"You can have my jacket then, if you want it."

"No thanks. You can keep it. I'm fine."

"No you're not. You're shivering."

"D'you miss your mom?"

"Well... yeah. But I sure as hell don't miss her going batshit and baking cookies that are all blackened and-"

"Right, I get it."

"Why did you even have to ask?"

"I was just..."

"Do you miss yours, then?"

"No! She's a drunk nothing! I hate her and I left and hell, you know I don't so don't even ask, okay?"

"You asked me first."

"Luke, you prick."

"Really though, do you?"

"Ha."

"You can tell me. I won't laugh."

"Well..."

"Go on."

"Yeah a little. Just a little."

"I'm going to have to break into that house, up the street."

"I thought we had enough cash to last us for a month?"

"Not when you put in Annabeth's expenses."

"Oh."

"I'll come with you."

"Nah, I'm the one who's good at this."

"Oh, stop the boy talk!"

"You'll get caught!"

"Nah."

"What if?"

"Then you run."

"I'm not leaving without you, idiot."

"Take Annabeth, take her and go!"

"Thalia, I'll stay-"

"She can't go by herself, look she's screaming for you!"

"Thalia!"

"Go, just go!"

"But-"

"Luke, please."

"I…"

"Go!"

"Thalia?"

.

"You're still there, aren't you?"

.

"Hello?"

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"Thalia, I messed up."

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"I wasn't supposed to leave without you."

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"I'm sorry."

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"Thalia, wake up."

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"I'm so sorry, Thalia."

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"Thalia?"

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"Please."