It had been days now where the days looked like this, like the night. The days have become so dark from the storm clouds refusing to move; no matter what any wizard did to fix the weather, it felt like something was actively stopping those advances. The days were often drenched in shiveringly cold rain, flooding the streets and keeping everyone inside lest they'd want to face those winds head-on.   It was dangerous, ridiculous even, Percy thought, looking out the café window; maybe hiding out in this fishing town wasn't such a good idea, but how was he supposed to know the skies would throw a tantrum such as this? No matter, he stepped outside with the goal of returning to the others, to the safe house, but he had to begin running again, mainly because some patrol guards recognized him, so it was sprinting back to the safe house instead.   As everyone knows, though, wet and slippery ground plus panicked multiplied by a hundred panicked running steps don't give a good answer; thus, Percy ended up slipping and landing in the river. After... it was unclear how long, he woke up near the ocean, on the sand, with that river leading to the ocean to the side of him, and peeking out from that river was his slightly terrifying savior with glowing eyes, staring at his slowly coming-to form. "..." Percy's eyes widened unapologetically without his glasses there to hide some of it.