Percy was beginning to be seriously worried. Annabeth had been with his mom all of yesterday, and she had said she would be back by supper. Then his mom had sent him a message saying that she had asked Annabeth to run a few errands, so she probably wouldn't be back until late. So Percy had waited up for her, but she hadn't come home. This morning she hasn't arrived either. He had called his mom to talk to her, but Annabeth wasn't with her. She said Annabeth had left the apartment at around 10:30 the previous night. What could have happened to her? Percy decided to talk to Chiron and a few friends.
An hour later, Dionysus, Chiron, Grover, Tyson, Rachel, Clarrise, and Percy were all gathered in the Big House together. Rachel spoke up. "I haven't seen any visions of her. And when I try to look for her I just get fuzzy blurs. I can't make out anything. But I am sure of two things. She's alive, and she never left Manhattan yesterday."
Silence. Everybody took this in. Mr. D sang an old blues song to himself, not really paying attention. Chiron was the first to speak. "I do not believe that we should all panic. We don't know what has happened. Even if it is something of ill fate, Annabeth is resourceful. And we have enough information that we can most likely find her." The words that stuck out for Percy were "Most Likely." But he couldn't think negative. "So a small search group? Me, Grover, Clarrise and Tyson?" He asked. They all nodded. "Let's kick some but." Clarrise growled. Tyson clapped and hooted. "Ok." Percy said. "We'll leave, well, now then."