Odysseus sits on a mossy staircase, his head in his hands. He just sent Eurylochus on a recon mission to ensure the island was safe so that they could all regroup after the incident with Poseidon that they just barely escaped from. Odysseus's hair is mangled and full of grey hairs that he has acquired over the 12 years they have been out at war and on sea.

Even as the sun shines down bright on him, giving his skin a tan from how long he has been sitting in one place, he remains like a statue. He has completely dissociated away from everything, not even able to feel the pain of his hot skin. The events of the past 2 years play over and over in his mind.