Central Park Late at Night: Louis walking down the street with Lestat: I just don't understand what David sees in him Lestat: I don't know louis, probably the same thing you di- Louis: Lestat? Lestat: Louis: Lestat? Lestat: Louis Louis: Lestat what's wrong? Lestat: I see her Louis Louis: We have been over this Les, she dead, and just because someone looks like her doesn't mean its her Lestat: Just look Louis looking where Lestat was (rolling his eyes): Its not her- Louis stops, sees what he was talking about. Seven teenagers sitting on a picnic blanket, talking over one another. A blonde girl is drawing as blond boy has his head in her lap laying in the grass laughing at something the curly-haired Latino boy next to him is saying. A broad-shouldered Asian boy is playing a card game with dark-haired girl. But then he see them. A dark-haired boy with impossibly sea-green eyes is absentmindedly handing his fries to the smallest girl in the group. She's curled up comfortably in his lap, stealing them one by one while he doesn't even pretend to stop her. and he realizes that this girl doesn't just look like her. It is her. Lestat: Claudia? Claudia freezing fry halfway to month: Percy: You good Haz? Claudia standing up: Frank: Hazel? Claudia voice barely a whisper: Papa? Lestat moving in seconds: Louis trying to grab his arm: Lestat! Lestat now with Claudia in his arms: Doll Claudia crying: Papa Leo: Does anybody else know what's happening? Annabeth: No. Jason: Should we stop him? Piper watching Hazel cling just as tightly to the stranger as the stranger is clinging to her: I don't think she's in any danger. Percy: Is that the singer Lestat?