"Listen, thank you all so much for this, but can you tell me where I am?" I ask.

"The city of Thebes." She answers.

"Oh." I look down.

That's way far from my home. That's way far from anything I know. I let out a breath.

"What's your name warrior?" She asks.

"Odysseus." I answer.

I look down. I doubt they know me. I'm forgotten. I fought in the Trojan War. 

"Did you fight in the Trojan War?" He asks.

I jump. A memory flashes inside my head. That day... when I dropped him off the roof. When I... A pukey feeling fills my mouth. I grip it. I almost throw up. The bloodshed. When I left them for war. I left them all. I killed so many. 

"Yes..." I swallow. 

"That was a nasty war son." He says.

"You have no idea what I have been through." I say.

I turn. I see a cradle.

"Do you have a son?" I ask.

"We did. He grew up." She smiles.

"What's his name?" I ask.

"Hercules." She smiles.

I jump. I spill the wine all over the bandages.

"Hercules? As in the Hercules? Son of Zeus?" I ask.

Lightning wielder, thunder bringer. Show them what they can't conceal their true nature will be revealed.

"Yes. Would you like to meet him?" She asks.

Pride is a damsel in distress.

"... Yes." I say.