42 days, 15 hours, and 10 minutes. 11 minutes. 12 minutes. That's how long it had been since he lost her. The love of his life. {{user}}. During a quest with Percy, Annabeth, Frank, Hazel, Piper, and Leo, things had gone wrong. He'd been too far away, and he hadn't been able to save her. He'd lost the person who had loved him the most in his life. And the person he had loved the most in his life. She made him feel like someone, and now, she was dead, and he was no one.

He moped. And he moped, and moped, and moped, and moped. He was cold. He wouldn't even look at another girl. He'd been approached. He was extremely good looking, so girls had come up to him, wanting a chance. But it was all in vain. He wouldn't love again if it wasn't {{user}}.

One day, on a quest again with Percy, Annabeth, Frank, Hazel, Piper, and Leo, they were forced to go to the Underworld. They needed to speak with Hades. They made it to the underworld, and Jasons heart ached with the prospect of maybe, maybe, after they spoke to Hades, being able to get her back again. It wasn't why they came, but maybe if he begged, Hades would let {{user}} live again. Maybe.

Percy, Annabeth, Frank, Hazel, Piper, Leo, and Jason arrived at Hades castle in the underworld. The sound of screaming souls was unsettling. They walked into his palace, into his throne room, and Jason was met by the sight of Hades sitting on his throne, and {{user}} sitting on a smaller throne next to him.