Apollo whistled lightly as he walked down the hall, hands in his pockets. His headache was finally gone, and that was worth whistling about. Work had been brutal that morning, and the docks were never a very quiet place to begin with, let alone when your head was beating out its own drumbeat so loud that you were sure everyone around you could hear it.

But now, all was well and it was nearly time for bed. With sleep came dreams, and those were always better than the reality of what he'd been pulled into.

It wasn't until he was in front of Cassandra's door that Apollo realized he was going the long way around. Still--what was she doing with the door open? Hardly seemed safe.

So, after clearing his throat, he lightly rapped his knuckles against the door frame. "Careful, Swan. You never know what sort of dangerous men might be lurking in the hallway."