"Apollo?"
The god turned around and smiled weakly at his sister Artemis, "Good morning Artie, any news on your end?"
The search for Marley had been going on for over a week now, spreading throughout Greece and even neighboring countries but the girl could not be found.
"Nothing yet," Artemis responded, "I'm sorry Apollo but there's barely any trace of her."
The goddess took a seat on the chaise chair adjacent to Apollo's bed feeling completely drained. This whole search was taking a tow on her, on everyone, and she was sure it was taking a tow on Apollo the most.
"I was thinking," Artemis added on, "Maybe we should just hold a funeral for Marley, pay our last respects you know."
"Don't be ridiculous Artie we can't hold a funeral for someone we don't even know is dead."
