"He likes having company now and then. And if you think it's bad outside, the Wilds are even worse. He probably wants to stay close to the torches, too."

Prometheus listens thoughtfully while Peter lists the races of his world. Aside from the rock giants, these are creatures he has only heard about in fantasy novels, or in those movies that were super popular for a time. "It would take too long to list the number of sentient species where I'm from, but like goblins, they tend to stick to their own kind. How did you end up in Dallas? Is that where you grew up?"

It's the Titan's turn to look skeptical, but only for a moment. He sighs and shrugs. "It doesn't matter. At least I was freed. I'll always be grateful to Hercules for that."

"If there was a way to unfreeze portals, someone would have done it by now. But I'll tell you what. We can go back to where you stepped through and I'll see if there's anything I can do." He points at Peter's mug. "Finish your tea first and find something more suitable to wear in the pile of clothes there. I won't have you frostbitten in the storm."