As for Sadie, she didn't appear interested in strategy. She leaped from puddle to puddle in her combat boots. She hummed to herself, twirled like a little kid and occasionally pulled random things out of her backpack: wax animal figurines, some string, a piece of chalk, a bright yellow bag of candy. She reminded me of someone ... Then it occurred to me. She looked like a younger version of Annabeth, but her fidgeting and hyperness reminded me of ... well, me. If Annabeth and I ever had a daughter, she might be a lot like Sadie. Whoa. It's not like I'd never dreamed about kids before. I mean, you date someone for over a year, the idea is going to be in the back of your mind somewhere, right? But still - I'm barely seventeen. I'm not ready to think too seriously about stuff like that. Also, I'm a demigod. On a day-to-day basis, I'm busy just trying to stay alive. Yet, looking at Sadie, I could imagine that someday maybe I'd have a little girl who looked like Annabeth and acted like me - a cute little hellion of a demigod, stomping through puddles and flattening monsters with magic camels.