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"You really sent Medusa's head up to Olympus? Are you really that thick?" Clarisse asks the four, shocked that they did that. "Oh, man. You're in deep trouble."

"You think?" Anthea asks, looking over at the Ares daughter.

"Only you four would be stupid to do that," Leo comments, causing the hall to burst out laughing.

[Sunrise shows as the three demigods and satyr are shown sitting in a booth on a train, Anthea sitting next to Percy, opposite Annabeth.]

Grover: Two days until we reach Los Angeles. Plenty of time before our deadline to reach the Underworld.

[Train horn blares]

Percy: Can I ask a dumb question?

Anthea: [looking at her brother confused] When do you not?

Annabeth: It's like you need us to make fun of you.

Grover: Shoot.

Percy: I've never been to Los Angeles before. I'm guessing neither of you have been to Los Angeles. So, how will we have any idea where we're going?

Grover: No idea. But that's like step 37, and we're still on step four. Cross that bridge when we get there.

Percy: Follow-up stupid question.

Annabeth: [whispering and rolling her eyes] Dude.

Percy: And you shall fail to save what matters most in the end. Back in Jersey, I told you the Oracle said this quest would fail. And no one's mentioned it since. Seems like something we oughta be taking a little more seriously.

[The group of four look out the window.]

Anthea: Hey. Look at that.

Percy: Are those...

Annabeth: Centaurs.

Percy: [looking around the train cabin] No one even knows they're there.

[The four of them watch the centaurs gallop across the field, Anthea watching them closely as she has always had found centaurs majestic but dangerous creatures.]

"Is that when Dumbledore made Firenze the Divinations professor, we sometimes found you in his classroom talking to him?" Neville questions, looking over at his friend.

"Yeah. But there are some other reasons for that but I'm sure that'll be revealed soon," Anthea tells them causing a few people to nod their heads.

Grover: There used to be herds of them everywhere.

Percy: What happened to them?

Grover: Humans. A few thousand years ago, the god of the wild, Pan, disappeared. And ever since, without Pan to protect the natural world, humans have been trying really hard to chip away at it.

Annabeth: The bravest satyrs volunteer to become Searchers, trying to find Pan. None have ever returned.

Anthea: Your uncle we found in Medusa's, Ferdinand. He was a searcher?