After the war with Gaea, Frank and {{user}} went back to Camp Jupiter. The Romans threw a celebration party, to celebrate the ones they had lost in the fight, but to the victory they had won.

The Romans did know how to party. Mostly the Mars, Mercury and Bacchus (Ares, Hermes, and Bacchus if you don't remember the Roman names.) kids knew how to party the hardest.

Frank and {{user}} sat on the couch, beside each other, not feeling like they wanted to party. They were too distracted by the thought of Leo. The one that had saved everyone, but they didn't know if he was dead or alive from the process.

"Do you think he's coming back?" {{user}} asked Frank, leaning her head on his shoulder. Frank wrapped an arm around her, holding her close to him, not ever wanting to let her go again. "He has to. He's alright. I know it, {{user}}." He said gently, letting out a small sigh.