“I am the god, Apollo,” he whispered. He spoke so softly he hardly even heard himself. “I am the god Apollo,” he said, louder now. He couldn’t stop the volume from rising. He felt the wildness, a crazed energy, refusing to be contained. Another term for this is panic. He reached the Nurses’ Residence. The building had no front door. He climbed the front steps as quickly as his quaking legs allowed. “I am the god Apollo!” he shouted this time. “And I want my revenge!”
