ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ

Miracles

Yes... I'm so sorry! I vanished! Don't kill me please! I was really busy! Sorry!

PERCY THOUGHT HE WAS HALLUCINATING. It just wasn't possible that a huge, silvery figure could drop out of the sky and stomp Kelli flat, trampling her into a mound of monster dust.

 But that's exactly what happened. The Titan was ten feet tall, with wild silver Einstein hair, pure silver eyes, and muscular arms protruding from a ripped-up blue janitor's uniform. In his hand was a massive push broom. His name tag, incredibly, read BOB. 

The giant janitor turned to the two remaining empousai, who stood over Percy. One was foolish enough to attack. She lunged with the speed of a tiger, but she never stood a chance. 

A spearhead jutted from the end of Bob's broom. With a single deadly swipe, he cut her to dust. The last vampire tried to run. Bob threw his broom like a massive boomerang (was there such a thing as a broomerang?). It sliced through the vampire and returned to Bob's hand. 

"SWEEP!" The Titan grinned with delight and did a victory dance. 

"Sweep, sweep, sweep!" 

Percy couldn't speak. He couldn't bring himself to believe that something good had actually happened.

 "H-how...?" He stammered. 

"Percy called me!" the janitor said happily. 

"Yes, he did."

The janitor frowned when he noticed Percy's wounds.

 "Owie." 

Percy flinched as he knelt next to him.

 "It's okay," Percy said to himself as quietly as possible, still woozy with pain. 

"He's friendly." He reminded himself.

He remembered when he'd first met Bob. The Titan had healed a bad wound on Percy's shoulder just by touching it. Sure enough, the janitor tapped Percy's bleeding neck and arm and they mended instantly.

 Bob chuckled, pleased with himself. The Titan's hands were surprisingly warm and gentle. 

"All better!" Bob declared, his eerie silver eyes crinkling with pleasure. 

"Uh...yeah," Percy managed. 

"Thanks for the help, Bob. It's really good to see you again." 

"Yes!" the janitor agreed. 

"Bob. That's me. Bob, Bob, Bob." He shuffled around, obviously pleased with his name. 

"I am helping. I heard my name. Upstairs in Hades's palace, nobody calls for Bob unless there is a mess. Bob, sweep up these bones. Bob, mop up these tortured souls. Bob, a zombie exploded in the dining room." 

Percy was confused. He's told them to take care of Bob... not turn him into a servant. 

"Then I heard my friend call!" The Titan beamed. "Percy said, Bob!" 

He grabbed Percy's arm and hoisted him to his feet.

 "That's awesome," Percy said. 

"Seriously. But how did you—" 

"Oh, time to talk later." Bob's expression turned serious.

 "We must go before they find you. They are coming. Yes, indeed." 

"They?" Percy asked.

 He scanned the horizon. He saw no approaching monsters—nothing but the stark gray wasteland. 

"Yes," Bob agreed. 

"But Bob knows a way. Come on, friend! We will have fun!"

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