Apollo didn't even know what he did this time. He had kept his promise to Jason Grace. He remembered what it was like to be mortal. He tried to be the best immortal god he could be. But it didn't seem to be enough. Zeus had casted him back into the body of Lester Papadopoulos. For the second time. It was about a month or two after he had just regained godhood. But apparently, Zeus changed his mind, and decided he hadn't suffered enough. Or maybe it was for his own cruel enjoyment. Apollo couldn't tell the difference anymore. And so, once again, he landed in a dumpster in a New York alleyway. There were no thugs to beat him up, but there was also no Meg this time, since she was living in Aeithales with the Meliai. There was also no Percy at the Jackson/Blofis apartment, since he was at college in New Rome. Camp Half-Blood it was.