Percy grips your hand as you grip Annabeth's. The three of you were dangling over the pit of Tartarus, scared out of your mind. You feel your hand slipping, but you grip as tight as you can.

Percy is in the same predicament as you, but he couldn't hold on any longer. His hand slips off of the hilt of riptide and sends the three of you plummeting towards the bottom of the endless pit.

When you sit up you notice the other two knocked out cold. It was frightening, to say the least.