"Then tell me what you are doing," Calliope hissed back. "Because it looks to me as if you are wandering about hoping to trip over her by luck because you are lacking a better plan. What has happened to you? Have you lost your godhood? or your manhood?"
She paused, to let him speak, but Apollo said nothing, and her lip curled into a sneer of disgust. "You have nothing to say? You failed Melpomene, you're failing Clio, do not fail me too-" She cut off when Apollo's hand shot out to clasp her forearm, and her frown turned more searching as she noticed the faraway look in his eyes. "...Musagetes?"