Ophelia rested her guitar in her lap as she looked at Seth, who took a seat on a rock. Absently, her hand moved to the beaded necklace that every camper wore, signifying how many summers they had been there, each with a special design of something big that had happened that summer. Like most kids, Ophelia stayed at the camp year round. She didn't even know where her mom was out there in the world. She could still see her at the top of the hill smiling and waving at her before she left. Ophelia didn't know if she even made it home alive. She cleared her throat, realizing she had zoned out, "Six years... I got here when I was nine."

She looked at Seth, "How about you? When did you get to... Camp Jupiter?"