William walked into the place he was told would be his cabin in till he got claimed. It was amazing how many kids and bed sets there were. William had to put his stuff in a little corner between two other peoples' stuff. He just sat down and recovered his day, his very long day. He had gotten saved by a satyr from a empousa, taken a flying cab with old ladies, and went to the coolest place he had ever seen. "A little much for one day," he thought. He started unpacking his things. The little things he had were a t-shirt and jeans he'd been wearing to school, his new camp-halfblood clothing, and his wallet with an emergency credit card and a picture if William and his dad. The picture was taken at the Grand Canyon. William loved to get out of the house and go see new places. " Maybe I'm a child of Hermes," he thought, "but I don't like steeling so never mind." In fact he didn't like the very thought of steeling or doing anything bad. He thought everything should be punished; even small things like people cutting in the lunch line he hated. He wasn't ever mean to someone unless they were mean to him or others. William had spent so much time in thought he hadn't noticed the horn for dinner time. He got up from his comfy floor bed and went off to dinner.