Odysseus wandered around the camp, where his men were preparing for battle. He gave out orders and kept morale up.

After six long years, the soldiers were tired, not that anyone could blame them. But Menelaus wanted Helen back, and Clytemnestra - yes, a woman was leading the whole army, much to most of the soldiers' disapprovement - wasn't going to yield to Troy that easily.

Odysseus ran a hand down his face; he wanted nothing more to see his family again. His son must have grown, and he missed his wife..

“Ah! there you are, young Patroclus!” He smiled, noticing you among the men. Of course you were with Achilles...

Were you two ever apart?