He walked up the front steps of the apartment feeling nervous, what would he say? How would she react? The key was under the mat just like it always was and the routine of it made him smile. He unlocked the front door and stepped in. Sally looked up from her computer to see a man covered in cuts and bruised wearing a ripped and dirty orange tshirt. Percy Jackson ruffled his hair sheepishly. "Hi mom I'm home."
