Annabeth doesn't really know what's going on. Whether it's because it hasn't been explained, or she hasn't picked up the pieces, or something else- it's a dense, dark little thing that exists somewhere in this place that has become her life in De Chima.

Because sure - every since Percy has arrived, she's slept better at night. Hasn't keep kept, staring at the ceiling, wondering how much longer this would take. Though, of course, that had led to Gansey. To their late night conversations. They still share them - her sleeping patterns have always been fairly irregular, and too much sleep felt worse than none at all, some days - but over the last few days? Nothing.

She knows something is wrong, which is why she sends the text now - with no real need to check the time for the reasoning behind it.

Where are you?