"Junior! Where are you going?" Questioned the elder Jones, from behind the relative safety of the rock alcove.

"Don't worry dad, we're out of range. I'm going to get a better look at the Nazis' camp," explained the younger doctor, a crooked grin spanding across his features.

"Be careful junior!" Warned Doctor Jones Sr., a sincere look of concern on his face.

"Yeah, yeah." Murmured Indy over his shoulder as he began to make his way down the rocky ridge. The hairs on the back of his the archeologist's neck began to prickle.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Someone was following him. He glanced around, his fingers wrapping around his gun, as he took great measures to quietly continue down the rocky path.

"Drop your weapon!" A German accent growled. Indy tossed the gun down raising his hands in the air, frantically looking for an escape route. "Doctor Jones, I have waited a long time for his," snickered the young Nazi soldier. Indy's heart raced, he didn't know to get out of this one.

A sinister grin spread across the Nazi's face as he raised the gun. Indy closed his eyes and braced himself. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the canyon. He should be dead. Why was he not dead? Indiana gazed confusedly at the limp body of the Nazi at his feet. His eyes searched the horizon, were the shot originated from. Upon the highest ridge Indy caught a glimpse of the towering figure. It stood like a man, but looked like a beastly dog. It did not appear to be something of this world.

The creature let out a howl and disappeared behind the ridge. The puzzled professor turned and prepared himself to face the Nazi troops that had been alerted by the sound of the gunshot.

Long after the holy grail was found, Indy searched those ridges and canyons, but never found a trace of the creature that saved his life. Ever since that faithful day, even when Indy's hair turned gray and wrinkles lined his face, he never felt quiet alone. Sometimes it was just a glimpse of a hairy shadow or a faint growling murmur in the distance. It was almost like a guardian angel, never to be seen but always protecting him.

Indiana Jones never discovered who or what the creature was, to him it was one of the greatest mysteries he never could solve. Even as the great professor lay on his death bed, he could hear the faint grumble that was quite unlike amything from his world. Maybe it was just a figment of his imagination, some out of this world force from a galaxy much bigger than his own that choose to protect him. Indiana would never know, it would follow him to his grave.

As life left Indy's body, which could be considered an ancient artifact on its own, he felt at ease. He finally felt one with the force of the universe he could never understand, but always shadowed him in life. He was off on his final adventure, into the unknown.

Chewie, we're home.