Kleitos makes the trek to the river, holding the vase his mother had given him. He finds his way through the reeds, the sand digging between his toes. He kneels by the river, beginning to fill the vase with water when he begins to hear a cry.

Kleitos looks around, his eyes widening as he spots a basket on the shore of the river. Kleitos stumbles forward, grabbing the basket, all air leaving his lungs when he sees you inside, a young baby boy, no older than a few weeks old.