i can go the distance.

( Margo )

Looks like the museum's found another job for me. I've got two months to organize a dig in Delos, then six more months to try to find something the Ottomans didn't completely obliterate when they, you know, obliterated everything. A year ago I would've jumped at the chance for an opportunity like this. Now... not so much. Funny how quickly things can change, huh?

( Margo )

My poor dad. I think those couple weeks with and without Odysseus really messed him up. More than it did me, anyway. Herc had his Meg, at least. Dad's been missing his Penelope for 28 years now.

I wish I remembered her.

Boy. I forgot how unreasonable drunk people can be. Sometimes warnings just don't cut it. Still. First night on the job, no broken bones. I call that a win!

Right. My last day in Macedonia, and of course the summit of Mount Olympus starts glowing. Just my luck. The archaeologist in me in cringing, whilst the demigod in me is simultaneously shrugging. This is very uncomfortable.

My name is Harry, by the way, and I need some ouzo. Later, gators.

( I'm an action figure! )