The day dawned white and misty. The fire had gone out and Athena shivered with the cold. She adjusted the temperature of her suit and scouted around to see whether the Titans had left any food. She had been too tired to eat the night before. Grumbling to herself, she checked her backpack for emergency rations. Joy, oh joy! A whole bar of chocolate. She sat by the embers of the fire and began to munch.

"What's that you're eating?"

It was Prometheus, looking as fresh as ...