Jove slowly sits up, his head throbbing and his ears ringing. He glances around at the ruins of what was once the palace. Suddenly, he is flooded with memories. The performance, the fire, the sharp pain in the back of his head... His son!

Jove touches the back of his head, feeling dried blood. He shakes off his shock and staggers to his feet, searching through the rubble for any sign of his infant son, but to no avail. "Apollo!? Apollo, where are you!?"