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Wandering through the streets of Portland looking for an old blind seer was not an easy task. Frank and Hazel walked ahead of Percy, occasionally bumping shoulders. He thought they were cute together, so he let them have their moment. He was busy thinking of someone else anyway. The closer he got to Alaska, the less he could remember what Annabeth looked like. The memory of her face was getting more and more blurry.
She had blond hair, right? Or was it brown? She had blue eyes, didn’t she? Or was it grey? Curly hair or wavy?
Percy couldn’t remember, and it was eating him alive. He hated this feeling. She was the only connection he had left of his old life, and she was fading too.
I’m sorry Annabeth, he thought. I’m coming, I promise. As soon as this quest is done, I’ll find you.
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With both of his friends passed out in the boat, Percy is left alone with his thoughts. Well, also Ella. He had been worried about Hazel and Frank, but Ella reassured him by muttering something about blackouts and sharing. She then proceeded to continue inhaling the macrobiotic jerky from Iris’s shop. He still shuddered remembering the taste of the jerky, but Ella seemed to be enjoying it, so he let her be.
He looked to the east and watched the shoreline. He wondered what Annabeth was doing right now. After drinking the gorgon's blood, Percy still didn’t have most of his memories back, but he did have one. The memory of Annabeth's face had come back in full force. Her gorgeous curly blond hair, her beautiful grey eyes, her lips that seemed to twitch slightly upward in a smile when he made a dumb joke, all of it. He could remember how she wanted to become an architect, and her love of reading, even though she had dyslexia like him. Gods, he missed her. But at least now he could remember her. He felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
He could do this. Go to Alaska, kill a giant, get back to Camp Jupiter (preferably with the gold eagle), and save it from destruction. Piece of cake. He glanced at knocked out Hazel and Frank, who were holding hands even while unconscious. He smiled. If anyone could do it, it was their team.
Just hold on Annabeth, I'm coming.