They decided to wait a couple hours before they re-entered the house. Percy trusted that Thalos had truly fatally injured the spirit, but they weren't entering that house till they were sure it was dead.
Barty found them in sleeping bags just outside the property. He had a dizzy grin on his face and a bottle of ale in his hand. He stopped as he noticed the people strewn across the grass sleeping.
"Um… did I miss anything?"
"Where the hell have you been, old man?" Percy asked. "I was worried the spirit got you and we didn't know."
"Spirit?! Was there an evil spirit in that house?"
After a couple minutes of explanation, Barty unrolled an extra sleeping bag and settled in for the night. Percy stared up at the night's sky.
It was kind of crazy that this was his life now. This world was much… fun? Was that the right word to use after almost dying twice? He certainly enjoyed himself, even little Joey, who was snoring beside him, had fun.
