Unexpected: Meeting Half Bloods

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(Percy's Point of View)

The next afternoon, June 14, seven days before the solstice, our train rolled into Denver. Grover, Annabeth and I have not eaten since the night before in the dining car, somewhere in Kansas. We had not taken a shower since

Half Blood Hill, and I was sure that much was obvious. We had no signs of Peter since he told me to leave him behind, though I heard his voice on the radio, so we knew he was alive, or was alive..

"Let's try to contact Chiron," Annabeth said. "I want to tell him about your talk with the river

spirit."

"We can't use phones, right?" I asked confused.

"I am not talking about phones Sea Weed Brain." She told me with a huff.

We wandered through downtown for about half an hour, though I was not sure what Annabeth was looking for. The air was dry and hot, which felt weird after the humidity of St Louis.

Everywhere we turned, the Rocky Mountains seemed to be staring at me, like a tidal wave about to crash into the city.

Finally we found an empty do it yourself car wash.

We veered towards the stall furthest from the street, keeping our eyes open for patrol cars. We were three adolescents hanging out at a car wash without a car; any cop worth his doughnuts would figure we were up to no good.

"What exactly are we doing?" I asked, as Grover took out the spray gun.

"It is seventy five cents." he grumbled. "And I have only got two quarters left." He turned to Annabeth and asked "Annabeth?"

"Do not look at me." she said. "The dining car wiped me out."

I said "If Peter was here he would have easily done anything with the money!" I reached into my pocket and I fished out my last bit of change and passed Grover a quarter, which left me two nickels and one drachma from Medusa's place.

"Excellent," Grover said. "We could do it with a spray bottle, of course, but the connection is not as good, and my arm gets tired of pumping."

I asked "What are you talking about?''

He fed in the quarters and set the knob to fine mist "IMing."

"Instant messaging?" I guessed

"Iris messaging," Annabeth corrected. "The rainbow goddess Iris carries messages for the gods. If

you know how to ask, and she is not too busy, she will do the same for half bloods."

I said "Uh... how exactly do you summon the goddess with a spray gun?"

Grover pointed the nozzle in the air and water hissed out in a thick white mist. "Unless you know an easier way to make a rainbow."

Sure enough, late afternoon light filtered through the vapor and broke into colors.

Annabeth held her palm out to me. "Drachma, please."

I handed it over.

She raised the coin over her head. "O goddess, accept our offering."