"I'm uh... sorry." I say to Phil.

"Eh. I'll let it slide this time." Phil grumbles.

Hercules pats my shoulder.

"Don't worry. He's usually a lot nicer." Hercules says.

"Yeah, yeah okay." I push off of him.

I turn. How do I get home? Maybe I can...

"So are you and your dad, Zeus, close?" I ask.

"Yeah. We love each other, what about you?" He asks me.

That strains.

"He's dead." I turn. 

"Oh man, I'm sorry." Hercules says.

"And your mother?" Meg asks.

"Dead to." I say.

"Do you have anyone else?" Hercules asks.

I nod.

"I have a wife, but it's been-" I start counting. 

How long has it been? I've lost count. It's been so long since I've held her in my arms. Since I touched her skin. How long has it been? I keep counting for every year I've been away. I'm losing count. I think I've already lost it.

"Thirteen years about." I sigh.

"Wow... that long?" Meg asks.

I nod. It's breaking me. I have to get home. I have to see her. I have to go back. I'll get back if it's the last thing I ever do.