Jason Grace woke up in the middle of a gold-paved street.

He bolted upright, heart beating wildly, electric blue eyes flitting around. His hand was placed protectively over his abdomen, the same place where he’d been stabbed.

Jason winced, the sudden memory of his death coming back to him. So that meant he was dead, and this must be… Elysium.

Everything was calm. Weirdly calm. There was laughter in what Jason presumed was someone’s backyard, and a cat lounging in a bed of unnaturally gorgeous flowers.