Odysseus was fretting. He'd finally made it off of Ogygia, and had sailed a good way. Until a storm had promptly destroyed his raft. And Hermes, of who had been guiding him home, had now taken pity on him. So here he lay, in the home of a God, laying on his back on Hermes' bed, writing whilst the Messenger God worked at a desk. Likely messages to the other Gods, as He'd seen Apollo's crest on one of them. Odysseus groaned loudly, flopping his head onto the pillow with a horrible mix of dread.