had to be here, to warn Percy."

 

"Warn Percy?"

 

"She's been seeing things," I said. "Writing lines and making drawings."

 

Chiron raised an eyebrow. "Indeed? Tell me."

 

She told him the same things she'd told me.

 

Chiron stroked his beard. "Miss Dare . . . perhaps we should talk."

 

"Chiron," I blurted. I had a sudden terrible image of Camp Half-Blood in the

1990s, and May Castellan's scream coming from that attic. "You . . . you'll help

Rachel, right? I mean, you'll warn her that she's got to be careful with this

stuff. Not go too far."

 

His tail flicked like it does when he's anxious. "Yes, Percy. I will do my best

to understand what is happening and advise Miss Dare, but this may take some

time. Meanwhile, you should rest. We've moved your parents' car to safety. The

enemy seems to be staying put for now. We've set up bunks in the Empire State

Building. Get some sleep."

 

"Everybody keeps telling me to sleep," I grumbled. "I don't need sleep."