The Argo II is chaos.

Everyone’s pacing, shouting theories, arguing over maps— and then Annabeth slams her hand on a bright, messy wall covered in scribbles and photos.

“Don’t worry!” she declares. “We’ve been looking for clues on the clue board to find Jason!”

The room mumbles in agreement.

You stop. Slowly. Like a predator hearing something unbelievable.

“…the clue board?” you repeat.

Annabeth nods proudly. “Yes. The clue board.”

You stare. Then gesture dramatically.

“Oh, the CLUE board?” “The one I made?” “The one everyone said was ‘chaotic,’ ‘paranoid,’ and—oh, what was it—‘a conspiracy wall that looks like a murder documentary’?”

Hazel goes red. Frank looks away. Piper coughs.

Annabeth hesitates.

you stomped your foot.

“WE LIKE THE CLUE BOARD NOW!?”

Frank awkwardly fidgeted, humming nervously.

“We never said we hated it—”