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A full year had gone by. Larry Daley, the night watchman at the Museum of Natural History could not believe it. So many events happened in the year, for instance the engagement of Teddy and Sacagawea. Even though Larry did not fully understand how that would happen. He was happy for them anyways. Erica got married to Don then a few moths later found out she was going to have a baby in about the next six moths. Nick seemed fine with the news even happy.

Larry and Rebbeca's relationship was blooming. Not too long ago Rebecca brought up moving in with him. That idea is still in the works. Rebecca's dissertation on Sacagawea was finally published during the summer. It received wonderful reviews, and was on the best-sellers list. Even though she was making thousands by the day, she stayed at the museum. Everyone there was her friends, and she could never replace any of them in her heart.

"Hi, Larry!" Rebecca greeted as Larry walked in.

"Hello Becca," using her nick name. He kissed her forehead, and then noticed that she was smiling uncontrollably. "You look happy what's going on?"

Releasing him form the hug she had him in; Rebecca took his hand and led him to an empty room that was once a huge storage room to place unneeded items. "This," she said breathlessly from the excitement.

He looked around, "The storage room?"

"Yes, but soon to be the new, 'Hall of Writers and Artist,' Mr. McPhee is getting some workers to expand the room. All new wax models of writers, and artist." Not receiving a reply she looked at a dazed and fearful Larry. "What's the matter?"

"Oh…uh n-nothing."

"Larry what is the matter?" she asked not believing him.

Sighing, "I don't know it is just…I don't know how I can- well…Okay, I really don't know how they will react to coming alive every night. I mean I was not there when everyone here found out, and how they reacted!"

Shaking her head, "Larry you don't need to worry I think they will be alright with it. Anyways how do you know they won't be happy about it?"

"You have a point there," he pointed out. "When should I tell the others?"

"Tonight, construction starts tomorrow."

"Alright tonight it is then," he replied sticking his hand in his pockets, looking around.

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It was nine thirty at night Larry headed to the staircase of the museum. He had sent word to everyone to go to the lobby where he would break the news. For some reason he was nervous, he had no idea how they would react; though he did have full confidence that it would not be anything bad. As he reached his destination he looked at everyone as they talked. Turning to the Eastern Island Head he gave a nod of approval.

"Quiiiiieeeeeeettttt!" he yelled it was dead silent. "Speak dum-dum."

"Thanks," he said, turning to the others. "Now I bet some of you are wondering why I had called you all here."

In many different ways there were many yes' said.

"Now since the museum has been bringing in so much money since last year. They have decided to expand the museum, and…you know the storage room? It is going to get more room and fixed up. It will be turned into 'The Hall of Writers and Artist'." Just as he said that they began to talk once again.

"Hey I'm not done," he interrupted. "Now I was not here when you guys found out about coming alive, but all I ask of all of you is that you are nice to them when they come." Turning to Attila, "No, hurting them," turning to Octavius and Jedediah. "No fire balls or trains."

The three looked down to the ground in embarrassment.

Teddy then chimed in, "Yes, I we must make them feel welcome, for they will be here for a long time, just as we have been here."

As Teddy finished shouts and cheers of agreement were heard. Larry turned to Teddy and mouthed a, 'Thank you!'