Lying in her bunk in Cabin Ten, she felt so restless she knew she wouldn't be able to doze off. She kept thinking about Leo. Again and again she replayed what had happened in the fight against Gaia, trying to figure out how she could have failed Leo so badly.

Around two in the morning, she gave up trying to sleep. She sat up in bed and gazed out of the window. Moonlight turned the woods silver. The smells of the sea and the strawberry fields wafted on the breeze. She couldn't believe that just a few days ago the Earth Mother had awoken and almost destroyed everything Piper held dear. Tonight seemed so peaceful ... so normal.

Tap, tap, tap.

Piper nearly hit the top of her bunk. Jason was standing outside the window, rapping on the frame. He grinned. 'Come on.'

'What are you doing here?' she whispered. 'It's after curfew. The patrol harpies will shred you!'

'Just come on.'

Her heart racing, she took his hand and climbed out of the window. He led her to Cabin One and took her inside, where the huge statue of Hippie Zeus glowered in the dim light.

'Um, Jason ... what exactly ... ?'

'Check it out.' He showed her one of the marble columns that ringed the circular chamber. On the back, almost hidden against the wall, iron rungs led upward a ladder. 'Can't believe I didn't notice this sooner. Wait till you see!'

He began to climb. Piper wasn't sure why she felt so nervous, but her hands were shaking. She followed him up. At the top, Jason pushed open a small trapdoor.

They emerged on the side of the domed roof, on a flat ledge, facing north. The whole of Long Island Sound spread out to the horizon. They were so far up, and at such an angle, that nobody below could possibly see them. The patrol harpies never flew this high.

'Look.' Jason pointed at the stars, which made a splash of diamonds across the sky better jewels than even Hazel Levesque could have summoned.

'Beautiful.' Piper snuggled up against Jason and he put his arm around her. 'But aren't you going to get in trouble?'

'Who cares?' Jason asked.

Piper laughed quietly. 'Who are you?'

He turned, his glasses pale bronze in starlight. 'Jason Grace. Pleased to meet you.'

He kissed her, and ... okay, they had kissed before. But this was different. Piper felt like a toaster. All her coils heated to red-hot. Any more warmth and she'd start smelling like burnt toast.

Jason pulled away enough to look in her eyes. 'That night at the Wilderness School, our first kiss under the stars ...'

'The memory,' Piper said. 'The one that never happened.'

'Well ... now it's real.' He made the ward-against-evil symbol, the same one he'd used to dispel his mother's ghost, and pushed at the sky. 'From this point on, we're writing our own story, with a fresh start. And we just had our first kiss.'

'I'm afraid to tell you this after just one kiss,' Piper said. 'But gods of Olympus, I love you.'

'Love you too, Pipes.'

She didn't want to ruin the moment, but she couldn't stop thinking of Leo and how he would never have a fresh start.

Jason must have sensed her feelings.

'Hey,' he said. 'Leo is okay.'

'How can you believe that? He didn't get the cure. Nico said he died.'

'You once woke up a dragon with just your voice,' Jason reminded her. 'You believed the dragon should be alive, right?'

'Yes, but '

'We have to believe in Leo. There is no way he would die so easily. He's a tough guy.'

'Right.' Piper tried to steady her heart. 'So we believe. Leo has to be alive.'

'You remember the time in Detroit, when he flattened Ma Gasket with a car engine?'

'Or those dwarfs in Bologna. Leo took them down with a homemade smoke grenade made from toothpaste.'

'Commander Tool Belt,' Jason said.

'Bad Boy Supreme,' Piper said.

'Chef Leo the Tofu Taco Expert.'

They laughed and told stories about Leo Valdez, their best friend. They stayed on the roof until dawn broke, and Piper started to believe they could have a fresh start. It might even be possible to tell a new story in which Leo was still out there. Somewhere ...

LVIII.

Leo

LEO WAS DEAD.

He knew that with absolute certainty. He just didn't understand why it hurt so much. He felt like every cell in his body had exploded. Now his consciousness was trapped inside a charred crispy husk of demigod roadkill. The nausea was worse than any carsickness he'd ever had. He couldn't move. He couldn't see or hear. He could only feel pain.

He started to panic, thinking maybe this was his eternal punishment.

Then somebody put jumper cables on his brain and restarted his life.

He gasped and sat up.

The first thing he felt was the wind in his face, then the searing pain in his right arm. He was still on Festus's back, still in the air. His eyes started to work again, and he noticed the large hypodermic needle retracting from his forearm. The empty injector buzzed, whirred and retreated into a panel on Festus's neck.

'Thanks, buddy.' Leo groaned. 'Man, being dead sucked. But that physician's cure? That stuff is worse.'

Festus clicked and clattered in Morse code.

'No, man, I'm not serious,' Leo said. 'I'm glad to be alive. And, yeah, I love you too. You did awesome.'

A metallic purr ran the length of the dragon's body.

First things first: Leo scanned the dragon for signs of damage. Festus's wings were working properly, though his left medius membrane was shot full of holes. His neck plating was partially fused, melted from the explosion, but the dragon didn't seem to be in danger of crashing immediately.

Leo tried to remember what had happened. He was pretty sure he had defeated Gaia, but he had no idea how his friends were doing back at Camp Half-Blood. Hopefully Jason and Piper had got clear of the blast. Leo had a weird memory of a missile hurtling towards him and screaming like a little girl ... what the heck had that been about?

Once he landed, he'd have to check Festus's underbelly. The most serious damage would probably be in that area, where the dragon had courageously grappled with Gaia while they blowtorched the sludge out of her. There was no telling how long Festus had been aloft. He'd need to set down soon.

Which raised the question: where were they?

Below was a solid white blanket of clouds. The sun shone directly overhead in a brilliant blue sky. So it was about noon ... but of which day? How long had Leo been dead?

He opened the access panel in Festus's neck. The astrolabe was humming away, the crystal pulsing like a neon heart. Leo checked his compass and GPS, and a grin spread across his face.

'Festus, good news!' he shouted. 'Our navigation readings are completely messed up!'

Festus said, Creak?

'Yeah! Descend! Get us below these clouds and maybe '

The dragon plummeted so fast that the breath was sucked out of Leo's lungs.

They broke through the blanket of white and there, below them, was a single green island in a vast blue sea.

Leo whooped so loudly they probably heard him in China. 'YEAH! WHO DIED? WHO CAME BACK? WHO'S YOUR FREAKIN' SUPERSIZED McSHIZZLE NOW, BABY? WOOOOOOOO!'

They spiralled towards Ogygia, the warm wind in Leo's hair. He realized his clothes were in tatters, despite the magic they'd been woven with. His arms were covered in a fine layer of soot, like he'd just died in a massive fire ... which, of course, he had.

But he couldn't worry about any of that.

She was standing on the beach, wearing jeans and a white blouse, her amber hair pulled back.

Festus spread his wings and landed with a stumble. Apparently one of his legs was broken. The dragon pitched sideways and catapulted Leo face-first into the sand.

So much for a heroic entrance.

Leo spat a piece of seaweed out of his mouth. Festus dragged himself down the beach, made clacking noises that meant Ow, ow, ow.

Leo looked up. Calypso stood over him, her arms crossed, her eyebrows arched.

'You're late,' she announced. Her eyes gleamed.

'Sorry, Sunshine,' Leo said. 'Traffic was murder.'

'You are covered with soot,' she noted. 'And you managed to ruin the clothes I made for you, which were impossible to ruin.'

'Well, you know.' Leo shrugged. Somebody had released a hundred pachinko balls in his chest. 'I'm all about doing the impossible.'

She offered her hand and helped him up. They stood nose to nose as she studied his condition. She smelled like cinnamon. Had she always had that tiny freckle next to her left eye? Leo really wanted to touch it.

She wrinkled her nose. 'You smell '

'I know. Like I've been dead. Probably because I have been. Oath to keep with a final breath and all, but I'm better now '

She stopped him with a kiss.

The pachinko balls slammed around inside him. He felt so happy he had to make a conscious effort not to burst into flames.

When she finally let him go, her face was covered in soot smudges. She didn't seem to care. She traced her thumb across his cheekbone.

'Leo Valdez,' she said.

Nothing else just his name, as if it were something magical.

'That's me,' he said, his voice ragged. 'So, um ... you want to get off this island?'

Calypso stepped back. She raised one hand and the winds swirled. Her invisible servants brought two suitcases and set them at her feet. 'What gave you that idea?'

Leo grinned. 'Packed for a long trip, huh?'

'I don't plan on coming back.' Calypso glanced over her shoulder, at the path that led to her garden and her cavern home. 'Where will you take me, Leo?'

'Somewhere to fix my dragon, first,' he decided. 'And then ... wherever you want. How long was I gone, seriously?'

'Time is difficult on Ogygia,' Calypso said. 'It felt like forever.'

Leo had a stab of doubt. He hoped his friends were okay. He hoped a hundred years hadn't passed while he was flying around dead and Festus searched for Ogygia.

He would have to find out. He needed to let Jason and Piper and the others know he was okay. But right now ... priorities. Calypso was a priority.

'So once you leave Ogygia,' he said, 'do you stay immortal or what?'

'I have no idea.'

'And you're okay with that?'

'More than okay.'

'Well, then!' He turned towards his dragon. 'Buddy, you up for another flight to nowhere in particular?'

Festus blew fire and limped around.

'So we take off with no plan,' Calypso said. 'No idea where we'll go or what problems await beyond this island. Many questions and no tidy answers?'