With the hour late, the set empty, and the A/C blasting, it has gotten very, very cold on the set. Everyone is wrapped up in as many layers as can be found -- or shivering. One or the other. The players still seem focused on the task at hand, with little quarter given. The Greeks are the only ones who seem to have any emotion left, and even their spirits are flag as the sun starts to drag itself across the morning sky. (We presume. We can't actually see any part of the outdoors from where we are.)