Edit: 11/16/14:

HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE STILL FINDING THIS THING.

005. Sharpies

The tips have dried. Percy Jackson has checked every single one of them on a piece of paper and not a single one works.

Except the black.

004. McDonald's

Annabeth almost begins to laugh aloud at the sight — the cartoons of childhood, immortalized on the shelf in plastic, under a blanket of dust. Left in their statuesque battle poses to fade in the darkness.

003. Allergies

They weren't just. Even the son of Apollo hadn't seen it coming, the coughs, the sickness. The weak lungs.

The tumors.

002. Nightlight

His sister's tears are lit as diamonds.

001. Dogs

Hades takes one of them home in his cloak, without even an inkling as to why. Three hundred years from now, it falls apart in his hands.

000.

There's not much to see in the dead boy's room.