"Ah well," Apollo said dismissively. "He was an arrogant jock, you wouldn't've liked him. Terrible guy for her. That's him anyway, stuck up there," he waved his hand at the sky low in the southwest, a gesture that indicated the location of a constellation that wouldn't be up for hours while also flipping it off. "Still, maybe he didn't want her to wake up alone. The stars are always trying to communicate with us," he turned back to Rosario, looking at her thoughtfully. "It's just a rare few who can speak their language. I think they spoke to you, that night."