He gripped down on her arm in horror as he saw it, the fire starting deep in the guts of the building, its hungry fingers reaching for Clio's life. He saw it from above, as a bird would see it, as a man who'd flown over the city recently would have been it - the distinctive shape of a skyscraper to the right, the footprint of a park nearby - yes - Apollo pulled Calliope closer and kissed her hard on the mouth. "I know where she is," he said, releasing her and bolting toward the elevator to take him back up to the penthouse. And the helicopter he'd not returned to the hanger. Oh praise be to turkey vultures. "I'll call you later!" he hollered back at Calliope as he disappeared into the elevator and couldn't stop himself asking as the doors slid shut: "WHO'S a failure?!"