Percy emerged first from the trapdoor, pulling himself through the hole then offering his hand to Annabeth who grabbed it and allowed herself to be hoisted up beside him. Around them stretched miles of nothing.
"Where are we?" Annabeth asked, kicking the trapdoor shut.
Percy turned in a full circle, then answered, "Uhh. Probably somewhere in the Fields of Asphodel."
"But why are there no spirits or ghosts?" Annabeth asked, biting her lip.
"Um. Could be one of those unopened subsections Hades hasn't had to use yet." Percy guessed, "Where to now?"
Annabeth looked over her shoulder, a faint red glow touched the horizon and a soft, faraway beat reached their ears. "I'd guess that's Tartarus." Annabeth said and Percy saw her visibly shudder. He felt the same way, remembering their time in the pit.
"We go this way then." Percy said grabbing her hand and starting in the opposite direction.