You're dead anyway.

Welcome to hell.

Stay a while. You're not going anywhere anytime soon.

The voices of the River Cocytus drained your will to live, as the waters crashed over you. They screams of the dead drowned out Annabeth's shouts, as she dove back in for you.

Someone's hand clamped down on your wrist, startling you enough to snap your head up. Annabeth Chase to the rescue. Her lips were moving, as she tried to remind you of who you were. How you planned to go to college... how you were going to get a place for yourself and not just survive.

Live. Live...

"...Hey." Percy was the first person you heard after blacking out. He looked... rough. Tired. Every breath hurt him.

Every breath hurt you too.

"Where are we?"

"Hell."

"Tartarus. But... basically hell." Annabeth corrected, after she redid her split, leaning back against the boulder the three were hiding behind.