Michael heard his fathers voice over the speakerphone from the shore. He sheathed his weapons which for some reason he was still holding, and began to jog over to Thalia's Tree. There was already a small mass of kids standing all around the tree looking at the empty branch that the Golden Fleece had hung from. That certainly explained the Hellhounds flooding the camp. The campers were gathered in small groups here and there, Michael saw Marzia standing in the back, she was still holding here hammer as he approached and he wondered how she had fared in the battle, but obviously there were more pressing issues. Micheal walked up to Marzia slowly as even his father wasn't here yet and there seemed to be no threat at the moment. With his hands clasped behind his back Michael tried not to frighten the girl.

"Has there been any word on how this could have happened?" He asked her, he wasnt sure they had been formally introduced yet but he knew who she was, he made it a mission to know almost everyone at the camp.