“Shut up, me,” Leo said aloud.“What?” Piper asked.“Nothing,” he said. “Long night. I think I’m hallucinating. It’s cool.” Sitting in front, Leo couldn’t see their faces, but he assumed from their silence that his friends were not pleased to have a sleepless, hallucinating dragon driver.“Just joking.” Leo decided it might be good to change the subject.”

“Gods of Olympus.” Piper stared at Leo. “What happened to you?”His hair was greased back. He had welding goggles on his forehead, a lipstick mark on his cheek, tattoos all over his arms, and a T-shirt that read HOT STUFF, BAD BOY, and TEAM LEO.“Long story,” he said.”

“Cool" Leo said. "I always wanted a sister who could beat me up.”

“Leo scratched his head. “Well I dunno about Enchiladas—”“Enceladus,” Piper corrected.“Whatever. But Old Potty Face mentioned another name. Porpoise Fear, or something?”“Porphyrion?” Piper asked. ”He was the giant king, I think.”

“Hold up," Leo said. "You guys lost a dragon? A Real full size dragon?”

“Leo,” Hazel gasped, “I can’t—my arms—”“Hazel,” he said. “Do you trust me?”“No!”“Me neither,” Leo admitted.”

“Run!” Piper said.“We are running!” Jason picked up the speed.“Run better!” Leo shouted.”