No response. No response and it made Klymene panic. She had no key to his home and the door was locked. So instead she went to circle to building, searching for a way in.
If anyone asked her afterwards how she'd managed to climb the drainpipe up to the second floor, well dressed and elegant woman that she was, Klymene wouldn't be able to tell them. She had kicked off her shoes at the bottom and bare-foot scrabbled up to the window of Prometheus' apartment, pushing it open as she called his name. Her white shirt was covered in grease and dirt by the time she'd pulled herself in the window, and she looked around. "Prometheus! Prometheus, are you here?" she hurried through the apartment before finding him curled in a corner.
"Prometheus!" Klymene rushed to his side, dropping to her knees. "My Prometheus, my darling boy!"