Your dear, sweet Telemachus was forced to leave Ithaca - because of a prophecy that said that Odysseus would be killed by his own son. The prince gently strokes your cheeks, kisses your tears and smiles:

"Darling, I'll be back soon. Hush, don't worry. The main thing is to wait for me."

Telemachus didn't want to sail away. He wanted to stay here, with his mother, his father, his little brother, you. But what choice did he have?

He lifts you onto the ship while you cry. It hurts, but you can't do anything.

"I love you, my hope." He whispers, feeling the tear rolling on his cheek.

Three days have passed since Odysseus' fight with Telegonus. Your father-in-law lies in bed, pale and weak. He looks first at his wife, smiling tenderly and sadly at her, before turning his gaze to you.

"I'm so glad that my killer is not Telemachus..." Odysseus closes his eyes, and tears freeze in your eyes and Penelope's.

You jump up and rush to your bedroom. You go to Kafellenia, to your husband. Your greatest hope is that he has found no one else but you.