Orpheus woke up, thoroughly disoriented. First, he half-expected to wake up as Eurydice. Part of the confusion stemmed from the fact that he awakened in a grove of trees, like the scene of the dream. Then, there was a lurch of memory. Now, he wondered how he had gotten away from the Mori, and so distant when he was a sleeping mouse. Well, there was no use in fretting about it too much. It was probably trouble, so he'd best get into human form. He did so swiftly and took stock of himself and his surroundings. He was feeling fine physically - this body, descended from Greek gods, never suffered from hangovers. Emotionally and mentally, however, he wasn't feeling like a whole tub of good things. He was very lonely. Indeed, he was about to go into a state of intense self-pity, liberally mixed with self-reproach, when a voice with a brogue thundered:

"CUT THE CRUD!"

Huh? "Ro-roddy?" Orpheus asked.

"Sure as a pig hates bacon, it's me, lad," a red-haired Scotsman in a blue blazer and kilt answered.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"How do ye think I got here?!"

"Right, the internet. Of course."

"As fur why I'm here? I'm here to snap ye out of it, lad. Ye've got a job tae do and ye cannae do it by poutin around like a fat, bald goat."

"But-"

"I said before: CUT THE CRUD! Now sit up straight and we're gonna practice yuir telekinesis, lad."

Roddy MacStew pulled a brick out of somewhere, and they set to practicing. Orpheus was in a good mind-set for the telekinesis, because anyone who learned the art from Roddy, invariably learned to do it best in extreme emotional states. Clearness of mind generally resulted in painful consequences. They practiced for an hour, then Roddy had to go.

"Now, ye go do something useful! I have tae see to another lad," Roddy said, and then he sighed, and left in a flash of internet impulses.

Right! Something useful. But what?