Alexander closed his eyes briefly, remembering the summer storms he'd seen from his balcony when he was a child. 'Zeus is angry,' his father had said. 'He rages across the sky to show his displeasure. Watch, Alexander. See how the lightning rips the sky apart.' It had fascinated him, and storms still did to this day.

"I know," he said. "You know, I think the thing I want to see most, I want to watch it storm in Pella again. I have a few good memories of my father, and that's one of them. Smacks of foreshadowing, in hindsight, but it is what it is."

"Of being right more or less often?" he asked, grinning. "I've heard it said 'you can't go home again', most of my life, I never wanted to. Now, it's different, I suppose. Things change."