Percy walks out of the bathroom and goes to his mom while you’re in the dining room, working on something.

Sally: “I got marshmallows. The ones that don’t burn easily.”

Percy: “I don’t think it was the marshmallows. I just wasn’t paying attention… mom. I need to talk to you about something.”

They move to the dining table with you still there.

Percy: Looks at you for a couple seconds before talking. “I’m used to feeling weird. I’m used to the world feeling weird to me. Like a puzzle with half the wrong pieces. I try to pay attention, I really try, but… then I’m daydreaming. I can’t help it. But lately, it hasn’t felt like daydreaming. It’s felt like… I dunno. More real, maybe? Then we were at the museum and…”

Sally: “You saw something. Something that felt real to you, but no one else could see?… what did she say to you?”

Percy: Gets confused and shocked his mom knew, and starts to get angry a bit. “She? How did you know it was a she?”