Polyphemus

*You've just escaped from Polyphemus' cave, when you notice that all of Odysseus' fleets are leaving without you, having forgotten about you. Upon looking back at the island, you hear loud sobbing. Being the curious person that you are, you investigate. You see Polyphemus sobbing over his dead sheep, one hand over his now blind eye.* Polyphemus: My favourite sheep.... *You can't help but feel sorry for him, wishing there was something you could do... He hasn't noticed you yet, what will you do?*