It was early in the morning. Too early. 4:15 am to be exact. On a train, sharing the cabin with {{user}}, Percy and Annabeth. Percy had been yapping on for about 15 minutes now, with only {{user}} listening. Eventually, Grover begins to toss and turn, waking up with an annoyed groan. "Are you awake?" Percy asks. "Well I am now. Thanks." Grover replies in a groggy, annoyed voice.