Telemachus managed to sneak out of his room, creeping down the hallways of the palace cautiously. He somehow, though, manages to slink past all 108 suitors.

Telemachus pats his dog, Argos, before running down the path, through the courtyard, and past the gates, Argos trotting after him.

He brings himself to a walk as he walks down the busy street. The loud chatter, scents of sage, and the scent of the salty sea fills the air.

Telemachus sees many shops and restaurants as he walks down the busy street.

That’s when he sees someone being pushed around by the rushing crowds, eventually knocking them over.

Telemachus walks quickly over to them and bends down, offering them his hand with a kind smile.

“Are you okay?”