Poseidon threw his head back, muttering in his sleep. His head was in Hades' lap, and his legs were draped over the arms of the couch. His long hair hung halfway over the sofa. Poseidon was squeezing the edges of the sofa slightly; probably a nightmare.

Zeus snored loudly, leaning against Hades' side, one hand resting on the top of Poseidon's head. He also sometimes mumbled something in his sleep, but it seemed that he was not dreaming nightmares.

Hades was the only one of the brothers who was still awake, continuing to work and sort out papers about the new arrivals to the underworld.

Dima, a human who had somehow been hanging around on Olympus with his three brothers for a year, was swinging his legs while sitting on Hades' shoulder, giggling as he looked at sleeping brothers.