Percy had found himself in Olympus again, being scolded by the Gods for causing ruckus during a quest again. And since Annabeth was a witness, she was also there.

All of the twelve Olympians sat on their thrones in cold silence in the throne room as Percy and Annabeth stood there.

He groaned and sighed, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest as he listened to Zeus scold him.

“Perseus Jackson!” he boomed, snapping Percy out of his almost-asleep state from the earlier scolding, “How are you even going to sleep at night?!”

“Next to my wife.” he said simply, pointing at Annabeth.