Your husband, Percy, was still asleep as you prepared breakfast for you and your two children, Achilles and Iris. You had your back turned towards the bedroom door, and you didn’t notice Percy leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded over his chest and his black, fluffy hair falling over his forehead. Achilles and Iris woke up, with energy, just like every morning, and came screaming and chasing each other into the kitchen.