It had been a long time since Amara had slept so well, and a great deal longer for Garfield.
Garfield felt like Hades, having stolen Persephone away from Demeter, resting in comfort as the world froze.
Then again, it made more sense for his step-mother to be Demeter, as she was keeping him away from Amara, but that would make him Persephone, despite being dressed as Cerberus.
Also, they had been tricked into eating food that trapped them here, which would make the butler the imp demon-creature that fed the seeds to Persephone.
Garfield was perhaps three quarters finished with his elaborate metaphor when the loud iconic howl of the shadow wolves startled him, and Amara shifted to knock him off what he was only now realizing were not pillows.
“Flood,” Amara intoned.
“Flood?” Garfield asked. He still only heard the wolves.
“The wolves, they're calling everyone to higher ground,” she said. “The castle is going to flood.”