<div style="text-align: justify;">Very uncharacteristically, Finn had had no sleep that night. The thoughts had kept churning around in his head until it was too dark for him to see his own hands, even if he held them close enough for his breath to still felt hot against his palms.<br/><br/>So that was why a very grumpy, in-no-mood-for-anything-but-a-nap boy showed up at the entrance - or well, exit, from this side of it - to Camp Half-Blood with both clothes and hair in wild disarray. He stumbled towards it, ears still ringing with well-wishes from his siblings. Along with hugs and innumerable pats on his shoulder, they had given him a backpack that was currently smacking heavily against him. Finn had no idea what was in it, and for the time being, he could not have cared less.<br/><br/>His shoes were wet with dew by the time he actually got there. He had passed another boy earlier, who had snickered at him as he went by. Normally, that would have earned him an eye-roll, but Finn's were far too bloodshot for that. Not as much leaning as sinking against a tree, he vaguely noticed that only one other was there - the Ares kid.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FFBF"><span style="font-style: italic">I'm so glad the word 'ugh' was invented,</span></span> he thought as he closed his eyes in the vain hope of getting a few merciful seconds of rest.</div>