[Percy had attempted to work. The half filled mould on his workbench attests to that. But he gave up...his heart just wasn't in it. What was the point of fighting so hard to save the Labyrinth when half the people he was saving it for were gone. They could come back, he knows that, but that doesn't help with the hurt now. He looks over at Willow and shakes his head.]

They may come back some day...that is what little hope I have at this point.

[He wishes he had warned them what they were going back to...but he'd wanted to preserve their happiness.]

For now I'll do what I can for the ones who are left.