Days flew by after that. Days went so fast for both of them that it almost felt like a fever dream. They dreamed every night, and on curious days, even twice a day. But that ended up in Percy not being able to move in real life for three days. It was the old man's idea to try pushing their limits and dreaming more than just at night. In fact, the only benefit they got from that was lots of needed sleep and some pretty good eyebags.
"How many days has it been?" Tiara asked right away as she opened her eyes to a new morning. The curtain was already open so she thought Percy had already woken up. She turned to the side and saw Percy fast asleep, drool falling from his face and creating a tiny pool on the sheets. She tapped his cheek lightly. "Hey."
"Mmh.." he groaned and turned to the other side. Tiara leaned around him and looked at his face. "Percy get up, it's morning."
Percy's eyes flew open. "Are they back?"
"Wh-who?"
