Okay so this is a collection of letters sent between some of the characters that follow one storyline. Basically, Ahkmenrah was kidnapped, but since the outside world believes the exhibits are simply actors, Larry and the other "actors" are blammed for his diappearance, with Larry being the primary suspect. Although McPhee knows it was not Larry, he has no choice but to send him off to court for trial. Octavius, Jedediah, Atilla, and Teddy desperately search to find their missing Pharoah, so he can return home to his museum family and prove Larry's innocence.

Also, this first entry will look a lot like the text from my story Pages. I went ahead and deleted that story so I could build something a little bit better. The first entry is adapted from Pages, and other references and parts of the story will be included throughout.

If this collection is well received by you wonderful readers, then I may write an actual story about this plot. I hope you like it!

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To my best friend and brother,

I am writing this to you now from my bed in the hospital. By the waning light, my hand ever so gently writes these words for your eyes to read. It is cold tonight. The thin blankets given to me offer little warmth. At least it is relatively quiet here. The doctors are kind to me. However, the strange machines that make the beeping sound are an annoyance. The food is not like what I am use to, but it is better than the coffee you had me drink that one time. I hope you smile at that sentence. It would do you well to smile.

I know this is not news that you wish to hear. And I wish with all my heart I could tell you it is not true. I trust Teddy has already told you. I would not be surprised if everyone knew of my plight by now, with how news travels these days. Larry is a fine man, and a good friend and role model. I know he would never do what he is blamed for doing, and I can almost feel the guilt that must rest upon his already wearied shoulders. You know how it pains me to know the sadness those I love must feel, especially when what has happened was not their fault.

And it was not yours either, Jedediah. Not yours, not Teddy's, not Atilla's, not even Ahkmenrah's. I am wounded of my own mistakes. I should have listened to you. I suppose I just wanted to prove Larry's innocence. And your own. You know how people are. If Larry is found guilty of Ahkmenrah's absence, then those around him shall fall under speculation as well. And I could not let that happen.

I should not have gone out on my own. I thought I could find the last piece of proof we needed to clear Larry's name. I did not realize that my feet had led me into the enemy's hands. I should have been more vigilant of the danger. I did not see them behind me….

If it had not been for you and Teddy finding me when you did, I do not think I would be writing this to you now.

I sigh right now as I write this, for my mistake was a foolish one. I am so tired, Jedediah. I am tired of answering their questions when I want to rest. Both of those lawyer people have come to speak to me. I answered truthfully to both, Jedediah. As truthfully as I could. I did not like the way they pressed me. It felt like they were trying to threaten me….

And those people with the cameras. Reporters, I think they are called. The doctors tell me they wish to speak with me as soon as I recover enough to walk. I know not what they wish to ask me. I do not want to be on the television. I want to return to you, and the others. I want this nightmare to be over.

Actually, now that I think about it, I might have the evidence to prove Larry's innocence after all! Although I was wounded and afraid, I managed to catch a glimpse of the two man who attacked me.

I recall that he was of an average height, perhaps a small bit taller than me. I cannot recall his eye color, but he had tawny hair that curled up at the ends. He was wearing a sort of trench coat, the color gray. I caught a glimpse of his weapon before he used it. It looked similar to yours, in shape, at least, but it was more...modern looking. I did not see him coming, so he must be a man of silence.

That is as much as I can remember. Perhaps it will be enough to hold of the final sentence for at least a while longer. But I fear without any physical proof, there is not much my description can do for Larry. I am sorry. I tried.

It is so lonely here, Jedediah. I wish it was safe for you and the others to come visit me, but I would not allow you to risk yourselves to come. For all we know, the man who attacked me and took Ahkmenrah could be after you, too. It is best if you all stayed where you are. Focus on freeing Larry from this lie he was put into.

You know Jedediah, these doctors are not that great for conversation. Every time I open my mouth they tell me I must be silent. They say that talking will hurt me further. Now I am no medic, but I do not think simply speaking will tire me too much. So I speak to them anyways. I have found entertainment in telling them stories about you. Forgive me, but it is hard not to laugh when I think of your shenanigans. And when I laugh, they ask me what is funny. So, I tell them.

Of course, I refrain from most details as to not give away our true museum origins. I merely say that these stories were simply our adventures while working at the museum. I told them not of anything that could give myself, you, or the others away.

Now, I figure you want to know how I am, yes? I am doing fine, I think. The doctors seem a lot more relaxed, although one of the nurses told me this morning that there was still metal in me from the bullet. I guess I will have to face surgery again. But no matter. I shall be just fine.

I hope you and the others are well at this moment. I pray to all the gods we will get through this. Larry is innocent, and soon, gods willing, we shall prove it.

Until I see you again, I wish you luck.

Octavius Caesar