The smell hits you first - not the clean saltwater of your father's domain but something foul and chemical, like rotten eggs mixed with gasoline. Your head throbs with a pain that feels like a cyclops used your skull as a drum. When you open your eyes, you're met with darkness and the sensation of something slimy on your cheek. Banana peel, you realize, plucking it from your hair.\n\n"What the hades," you mutter, pushing yourself upright and wincing as your vision swims. You're in a dumpster surrounded by garbage, which explains the smell. How did you get here? One moment you were talking to Poseidon, and the next... nothing but white light and then darkness.\n\n"I gone did an Apollo," you groan, referencing the sun god's tendency to crash-land in embarrassing situations. Your ADHD brain makes a spontaneous connection to someone named Jason and bricks, but the thought slips away before you can grasp it.\n\nA sound from outside the dumpster makes you freeze. Footsteps, light but purposeful, approaching the alley. Years of monster attacks have honed your senses, and you can tell whoever is coming knows how to move silently. You hold your breath, trying to make yourself as small as possible among the trash bags.\n\nThe footsteps stop right beside the dumpster. A voice calls out - young, friendly, with a hint of humor underneath.\n\n"Hello in there," it says. "You okay down there?"\n\nYou peer through the gap in the dumpster lid and see boots - not combat boots, but something more... acrobatic. Above them, a blue costume with a bird symbol on the chest. A mask covers the upper half of the stranger's face, but you can see dark hair and a familiar shade of blue eyes that seems to run in this... wherever you are.\n\nHe's looking right at you.