Artemis woke up suddenly. Holly Short was hovering over him.

"Artemis? Artemis!"

The Mud Bod in question sat up. "Yes?"

Holly's brow was wrinkled in concern. "You were screaming in your sleep…" she trailed off.

Then she remembered. "Come on, Birthday Boy. Minerva and the others are waiting for you."

Birthday boy? Artemis wondered, then: Oh!

Now he recalled what h had been thinking about when he went to sleep last night.

"I wonder what Mother will get me this year…"