I was delighted to see you again, and forgot for the moment that all happiness is fleeting.

The little white bundle— toddling dutifully down the hall to the front door— froze. Then a high-pitched scream as he began to run as fast as he could (which was not very fast at all, any more) and Boris— whooping with laughter— dropped to his knees."Oh!" snatching him up, as Popchik wriggled and struggled. "You got fat! He got fat!" he said indignantly as Popchik jumped up and kissed him on the face. "You let him get fat! Yes, hello, poustyshka, little bit of fluff you, hello! You remember me, don't you?" He had toppled over on his back, stretched out and laughing, as Popchik— still screaming with joy— jumped all over him. —He remembers me!

Jason's heart lifted when he saw Nico di Angelo on the front lines with the Greeks, slashing his way through a crowd of two-headed men.

Do not follow me! Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tommorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!