"Yo, Brother Jack, what you thinking about?" I asked.

We were driving in Alexandria, Egypt, to receive the 7th Loculus.

"Nothing," Jack grunted.

He was sitting next to Aly. I could almost swear that Brother Jack and Sister Aly were kissy-time friends. There had to be something going on between them. At least that's what I thought.

Since Jack didn't seem to be interested in me, I turned my attention to Brother Cass. "Bro Cass, what road are we on?"

"We're on the Al Daoly Al Gade Road."

"English, please?"

Cass turned away from the road and to his phone. "No results."

"Dammit. I was hoping to laugh at what it was."

"And make an ass out of yourself?" Cass said sarcastically.

"To quote your mom, 'when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me." Daria. The girl we'd met in Babylon and saved.

"Shut. Up." I said through gritted teeth.

It had been at least a year since I'd seen my parents. Mr. McKinley tried to contact them and tell them I was safe and okay but apparently they thought I was dead since they 'got one too many pranks.'

For me, that was incredibly hard. Especially knowing that I may never see my parents again.

When the Massa began training me to be king because they thought I was going to be king, they promised me I'd see my parents and sister. I thought that too. But it wasn't true.

Too and true. They rhyme. I'm a poet and I don't know it.

"Here," said Torkissimo in his loud voice. He opened the doors.

This was the sight of the Pharos of Alexandria.

Mrs. MicKinley pulled out a first aid kit. "Be safe, kids."

She climbed back into the van and drove away to a nearby neighbourhood.

There was absolutely nothing there other than sand and sea.