Sometimes, walking alone in the park near her apartment calmed Sally Jackson's worries about her son.

Percy Jackson, her son, was away from home, taking care of his affairs at Camp Half-Blood, facing who knows what and dealing with things that were probably extremely dangerous, knowing how lucky she knew her son was. And Sally, his mother, could not be more anxious about such a subject. She knew her son could handle himself, he was a son of Poseidon, by the gods, he was strong. But still, she was a mother, and a mother should worry about the state her son was in at all times.

But she did not want to let this feeling of anxiety consume her like it had done several days before, so she decided to walk through a park, trusting that nothing would happen to her. And here she was, sitting on one of the park benches, watching the water flow and flow in the fountain that was so, so far away from her. But that still calmed her.

She jumped lightly when she heard the sound of a body falling onto the same bench as her, but on the opposite side to where she was sitting.

Sally looked quickly and a little cautiously at the owner of that sound, and she frowned in slight confusion and surprise when she saw your figure, a body covered in dirt and blood, clothes with cuts and stains. She almost couldn't keep the words from her mouth, but she did, instinctively pushing herself further away, not knowing how to react, even though she was worried about your state.