It was a cold night, so the bonfire was lit and high with life. Chiron had joined the conversation with them, accidentally letting it slip that there had been a half-blood a few years ago who went to Tartarus and never came back, assumed to be dead. The crowd went silent and the fire died. Who? Why? Why had they just left him? All questions they wanted to as but didn't ask. Percy glanced to Annabeth, and Nico went and sat next to them. Nico: "He's still down there, when they said his name nothing told me he was dead." Annabeth: "Why'd they just leave him? They couldn't send people out to find him?" Percy: "We have to go get him. If he's still down there.. We can't let him suffer any longer. Tartarus is- so.. So utterly horrible- imagine spending years down there- I... I"