It takes no time at all to get to Athens and change into clothes that blend in. I take the time to disguise myself with a white beard and age myself about fifty human years. Even my mother would not recognize me.

I walk through the streets, they eat late here and the restauraunts are full. It isn't far to the address where Vulcan's son lives. I have to admit, I am glad to not be dealing with the twins. Sanctimonious asses, both of them.

I knock on the door. It opens to a young man with a cane. He looks confused and says "Can I help you?" in Greek.

"Hey, Cory. Can I come in?" I respond in English. His confusion immediately clears and he steps to the side.

"Father said you would be coming. You go by Damian now, right?"

"Yes," I look around the apartment. Cluttered, but no sign of a trap. He closes and locks the door behind me in a smooth motion. Habit, not threatening. We walk into the living area and sit down. "Your father said you could show us to the laboratory and help us work the equipment."

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"Of course," he takes a sip from a glass of water on the coffee table, "I thought you had another traveling with you? A girl?" He places the cup down next to an open book lying face down on the table.

"I sent her home. This is no place for a child."

"Indeed," he stands up, grabs a jacket, his keys, and cane and makes his way to the door. "Let's get this over with."

We walk through the streets. It is a warm evening, the humans are enjoying it while leaving us alone. We appear a young man and his grandfather taking a stroll on a pleasant evening. It is a long walk, and slow going with Cory's cane.

Eventually, we come to a port, and Cory opens the door to a warehouse.

"It is in here?" I ask. Something seems very wrong. The smell of fish is overpowering, I cannot sense anything in the dark behind the door.

"It is," he agrees, gesturing for me to go first.

I walk in, and know no more.