"Stand here and hold this."

A bright flash and some eye pain later, I am once again cuffed and is placed into a dimly-lit room.

The duty officer, Officer Levesque, pats me down for any weapons. Of course, he suspects nothing of the gloves. He gestures me to sit down.

"Tell me what happened at the Museum," he asks after sitting down, notepad on desk and fountain pen in hand.

"I don't know. One minute I was taking a sneak peek at the new wing of the Museum, next thing you know, the place was in flames!" I respond, exasperated. "If it was a trick of the light or what was present at the site, I don't know, but I swear that the place burned in a green flame."

"I need a more thorough search of the young man," Officer Levesque says. "Bring in Officer Smith."

A few moments later, a tall blond man walks in, his hair combed off to one side. His green eyes seem to stare into my soul.

The officers proceed to strip me down to my boxers and tank top. I cringe at the cold air of the ventilation vent blowing into my back.

"All clear, Officer Levesque," Officer Smith responds. "Officer Aucoin has finished interrogating the other man present, Sydney Broussard."

Officer Aucoin walks in holding Mr. Broussard. If I was high on something I someone slipped in as I ate at lunch, I was sure of it now. Officer Aucoin initially appeared as a tall, broad-shouldered, buff man with brown eyes. His arms are as thick as my legs and decorated with equally grotesque veins. I close my eyes, then take a second take. Those weren't brown eyes. That is an eye. One. Singular. Eye. My own eyes widen almost as wide as that one thing in the middle of the guy's forehead.

Mr. Broussard seems to understand what I saw. He mouths to me something along the lines of "The Myth." As if I don't already know what I'm seeing.

I struggle in my chair, desperately wanting to get out of here.

"Officer Levesque, is it just me or does Officer Aucoin only have one eye?" I hurriedly ask.

"That's it, bring in Dr. Higgins," Officer Smith answers, cutting off any response from Levesque.

"This boy needs a toxicology test."

"I'll bring out the polygraph," Officer Levesque finally says. "Aucoin, take him to the other room."

I swear I saw "Aucoin" drool on his shirt. He eyes Mr. Broussard and I like ribeye steaks the whole way to the polygraph room. We all walk through another door, only to see a wide-open courtyard.

"This isn't a room," I say.

"Way to state the obvious, you morsel," Aucoin answers.

Ignoring the strangest insult I have ever heard, I ask, "What are we doing in the courtyard?"

"Your time has come, Arthur Romanchuk."

"Sorry, but not keen to die today. At least not without my TNT."

I finally turn around to face the monster behind me. My smirk left my face as quickly as it came.

What stood in the place of Aucoin was an awful giant about thirteen feet tall, his massive brown iris contracting before me. I hadn't noticed Mr. Broussard slipping away, but he was nowhere to be seen. Remembering I was in fact armed, I conjured up my gauntlets and free myself from the handcuffs.

"Forgetting that only the classics work, eh?" Mr. Broussard shouts out from behind me.

I take a quick glimpse around- make that two glances. Mr. Broussard's cargo pants have a rip where the stray end of the handcuff hit it. A patch of fur extended out of the rip in the seam.

"So today I battled an Egyptian firebird, face a cyclops, and now you're a faun," I dryly remark. "This day has to be one long cruel nightmare. Next thing I know, I'm not quite human."

"First of all, I'm a satyr. Mr. Garfield the English teacher is the faun. Second, you're not wrong, but I honestly can't figure out what you are. You can battle an Egyptian monster with Greek and Roman weapons, which is usually not possible."

"That's not the craziest proposition I heard today," I say, rolling my eyes. "Since you so desperately need a classic, here's one before we waste any more time."

In my right hand, I wield a large compound bow with a string of the same glassy obsidian as the gladius. In my left, a bronze arrow extends from a compartment. It automatically comes out and lands itself in my hand. I take aim, drawing the bow as taut as I could possibly make it. What was formerly Officer Aucoin charges at me. I release the string but was too late to stop the cyclops' momentum. The arrow lodges itself into his eye. Screaming, he grabs me and Mr. Broussard, and in what I can only describe as a fit of rage, throws us both like Hail Mary Passes into the sky. I am too scared to even respond to the lethal heights we are being subjected to.

I saw the Lake Ponchartrain Bridge on the way down, preparing to land head-first into brackish lake water when something fluffy picked me up and away.