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[Soon enough, Anthea, Annabeth, Percy and Grover are making their way through a forest. They can't be seen but their voices can be heard.]

Grover: Somewhere up ahead, this turns into a satyr path.

Percy: What's a satyr path?

Grover: It's a road through the wilderness. Satyr explorers use them. Harder to track us.

[Anthea and Annabeth are seen walking ahead of both Percy and Grover as the two friends talk.]

Percy: That's great, but if we stay in the wilderness, how are we gonna find a phone?

Anthea: [talking to Percy] And what do we need to phone for?

Percy: So we can call camp. T-To get help.

Annabeth: We don't need help. We're fine.

Percy: [scoffing] We're fine? We haven't even gotten to Trenton, and we're wandering through a forest. I didn't even know they had forests in New Jersey, but we've found one. I would say we're the opposite of fine.

Annabeth: We were sent on a quest by the Oracle, by the gods. What'd you think, it would be easy? It's supposed to be hard. That's why only certain people are chosen. If we call camp, we're basically saying it was a mistake to choose us.

Percy: I'm completely comfortable with that.

"Ah, the first Percabeth argument," Travis yells, pointing at the screen.

"And it wasn't the last," Will tells them all.

Percy cont.: Everyone makes mistakes.

Annabeth: Why are you so afraid of who you are?

[The three come to a stop as Annabeth and Percy face each other.]

Percy: What?

Grover: You know, what's interesting about this satyr path is it's actually the one my Uncle Ferdinand took when he set out on his own quest.

Percy: [looking at Grover and then back to Annabeth] What was that supposed to mean, afraid of who I am? I'm not afraid.

Annabeth: Yes, you are. You aren't just a kid. 'Just a kid' doesn't do what you did to Clarisse back at camp. 'Just a kid' doesn't have Hades sending lieutenants to retrieve them. You know, you are apart of something so much bigger than we can understand right now. We have to move forward, whether you like it or not, whether you want to or not.

Percy: You don't want to call camp, fine. Then, at least let's call your mom.

Annabeth: Excuse me?

Percy: Athena? Your mother. I'd call our father, but we aren't exactly on speaking terms. You know, because of the lifelong neglect and all, but you and your mother seem close. So, why don't we ask her for help.

Annabeth: [turning to look at Anthea, who is now stood next to Grover] Thea, will you explain to your brother that he needs to pull himself together?