She studied me with concern. She touched the new streak of gray in my hair that matched hers exactly—our painful souvenir from holding Atlas's burden. There was a lot I'd wanted to say to Annabeth, but Athena had taken the confidence out of me. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.So, Annabeth said. What did you want to tell me earlier?The music was playing. People were dancing in the streets. I said, I, uh, was thinking we got interrupted at Westover Hall. And… I think I owe you a dance.She smiled slowly. All right, Seaweed Brain.So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.