Now Playing: Two Birds- Regina Spektor

“Percy, stand up, I mean it!” You yelled as Percy sat on the chair, and the gold slowly started working its way up his legs. This wouldn’t happen. They were so close. You wanted the gold slowly creep up Percy’s neck, closing in on his face. “I’m okay..”

You suddenly heart his whispers of comforts “I’m okay… I’m okay…” Damnit.