What happened here?
Wan Hu lies on the ground, asleep. Again?
No sooner do we stop a Greek God-sized catastrophe than something else goes wrong. After consoling Qilin, we discover that Wan Hu has a bad case of narcolepsy.
"WAN HU," I call out, poking him with my hands and feet. "Someone get some cold water ... scratch that, I don't know what I was thinking with all this equipment."
Bian Que kneels beside Wan Hu, trying to rouse him. "Cold water would do no good. This is no ordinary sleep," he says, with an edge to his voice. "And where is his support? Where is the person who is supposed to relieve him? They should be here."
I order the guards, "Find Hephaestus! Search the palace. Send a messenger to Mount Olympus right away to see if he was called back home for some reason."
