We're back at camp, in the dining pavilion, in the middle of dinner. We're standing on the Aphrodite cabin's table, one of my feet is in Drew's pizza. Sixty campers rise at once, gawking in astonishment.
Whatever Hera did to shoot us across the country, it's not good for my stomach. Theo is next to me, looking green. Leo isn't so lucky. He jumps off the table and runs to the nearest bronze brazier, and throws up in it. Not a great burnt offering to the gods. Theo's new wolf-pet is sitting calmly at the foot of the table, staring up at her. It doesn't have red eyes anymore. It's eyes are the same honey-green color as hers.
"Jason?" Chiron trots forwards. No doubt he's seen all sorts of crazy stuff, but he looks flabbergasted. "What-How?"
The Aphrodite campers stare up at us, then at the wolf, then back at us, their mouths open. I know we don't look good right now. "Hi." I say as casually as I can. "We're back.
