He is still to drained to fly. I tried to hold his attention:

"So how are you planning to find him? I couldn't find anything that points to him."

He look at me. "Nobody told you? He's a young kid. Or couldn't you talk to anyone."

I shrug,"I don't speak Greek. Death told me just to find a man trying to escape Ios. No idea on the looks. All I know is he hasn't left yet."

This doesn't bring much to him. But he ponders. Why two different stories? He questions on whether I am the one. I see it on his face.

I ask, "Does he do this?"

I lit flames around me. He frowned.

"You're not him. He has no affiliation with fire," he says. He still looks at me. I am beginning to worry. I think the man does.

"I'm sorry," I apologize, "When you found me, I've given up on the search. No one needs my help here."

His mood is changing. He is quieter.