I ran down the golden halls, towards my room, crying, the black paint melting from my face. I finally reached my door and pushed it open and there, standing in my room was Imhotep.
I woke up before the sun and sat up from my bed on the floor, the sweat dripping off of me. Another dream, another sleepless night. But I wouldn't let it get to me, not now. I looked over to my real bed, and watched the Medjai warrior sleeping.
