Clio covered her head while Apollo made short work of the chain. Then she was reaching for him, clinging. Smoke was stinging her eyes. "Apollo," she breathed, and coughed. Oh god, how? How had he shown up just in time? "I can't walk," she told him, panicking. "It's too hot. It's too hot." She thought something might be broken in her left leg too. She was all over bruises, but at least she wasn't dead. "Please take me out of here? And-" she looked down at Martin, wondering what the fuck to do with him. "Should we take him?"