I've been searching, waiting, trying to get my fishing hook back for 500 years. I've tracked it to the Museo di Palazzo Grimani in Venice, but I cannot enter for now. I have other matters to attend to, like this security guard.

"I am not homeless you damned mortal, I am a god!"

"Miss, if you would please leave before I have to escort you out with force."

"I will turn you into an insect where you stand, get out of my way."

"Hey lady," A boy no older than 16 dares to yell, " You're ruining the vibe of this place."

He comes over to me and whispers, "Nuasiela, I've got it. Play along."

"You vile boy, fine, I'll leave willingly."

A crowd has formed around us as I walk out the door, just as a small storm is coming my way. I snap and the clouds dissipate with no one batting an eye. Gods it's hard to get mortals to look up.

The "boy" comes up to me with a small grin on his face, "you like my disguise?"

"I don't like anything about you, Marsmoke."

"Well then, we'll just have to wait 500 more, won't we."

"That won't be necessary." I say as I snatch it out of his hand. Finally, my coveted fishhook, the very thing I needed.

I walk into the streets of Venice without another word, becoming one with the early morning mist.