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I would say I was tired and ready to drop, but that doesn’t seem to describe my situation very accurately. So multiply that by infinite. There. Do you find that painful? It wasn’t close enough. I can’t tell how much time Annabeth and I were in Tartarus either. We slept whenever we were about to pass out and woke up when it seemed appropriate; meaning, when we could open our eyes again and keep them open. It was hard to be strong and go on. All I wanted to do was let Annabeth sleep – her ankle wouldn’t heal and she was very weak. It was likely that I looked terrible as well, but at least I could walk properly.

There was nothing Spencer loved more than a sunny Saturday afternoon in the school library. The building’s tall windows of polished glass let in natural light, distracting from the pale white of the fluorescent bulbs overhead. Spencer often found herself buried in the stacks, sitting on the floor in a patch of sunlight, surrounded by books for her latest research paper or English Lit project. The smell of old textbooks and classics floated in the air around her, and the aging manuals opened with well-worn ease. She always lost herself in the words immediately.   There was nothing Toby loved more than a sunny Saturday afternoon in the