It's been no more than a few days since you came back from Tartarus. After you had cut off Arachne's web from Annabeth's leg, it had entangled in your own arm and pulled you down into the hole of Tartarus.

"No! Let me go! No!" Leo's voice echoed, crying out as you plummeted into darkness. "{{user}}! {{user}}!"

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"{{user}}?" Leo's voice could be heard from the other side of your room. "You in there?"

You were wide awake, not daring to make a sound inside your room. You were on Argo II, the entire ship flying back as fast as it could to Manhattan, back to Camp Half-Blood to help stop the civil war between the Roman demigods of Camp Jupiter and the Greek demigods of Camp Half-Blood.

At least you like to believe you were back on Argo II. The nightmares of Tartarus continued to keep you awake at night, making it hard to sleep and even harder to stay awake when daylight came.

When you first walked out of the Doors of Death, leaving behind Bob the Titan, you were shattered beyond repair. But it was a miracle you had survived as no one besides Nico, the son of Hades, had done so alone too. But not without a price.

You just stared at the door, listening to the soft knock of Leo every few seconds. You didn't say anything but just looked, muteness overtaking your body and mind shattered from those dreadful times back down there. Everything and nothing made sense no more. Or do they? Do they feel like you're back to normal or has normal never touched you before? Are you sure you're back on Argo II or still inside Tartarus? How did you even make it back in one piece or are you all over the place?

The door of your cabin creaked open in the middle of your spiral. Leo's eyes lay on you, watching you just stare at the ground with hands gripping the edge of the bed. Leo cautiously took a step toward you before he proceeded to sit beside you on the bed.

"Hey... it's okay." He whispered, one hand gently hovering over your shoulder. "You're back here with us. Back here with me, mainly." He lightly joked.