Double upload because I'm awesome, and I wanted to give more of just a recap of the secret ending. Again, I'm really in love with the idea I have for this story, so I hope everyone else enjoys it! Please, feel free to R&R or PM me with any questions. Thanks, and enjoy, The Land of Isis.

DISCLAIMER: I am not Sucker Punch, or Sanzaru, or Sony, therefore I do not own Sly Cooper or any other characters from this amazing franchise.

On any other day, I'd be freaking out about the fact that I was stuck in ancient Egypt on my own. However, the time traveling events that my gang and I dealt with over the past few months really prepared me for the problem at hand. After all, I had already traveled to feudal Japan, the American old west, the prehistoric ice age, medieval England and ancient Arabia. Ancient Egypt shouldn't be a problem. Of course, this time I was without a time machine, my gang, and the woman I loved, so that put a downer on things.

First things first, I needed to find a safe house. Locating a central hideout was how Bentley, Murray and I started off every mission in a new location, and it gave me a little peace of mind to have some sort of plan. I headed off into the desert towards the looming pyramids, hoping to find a form of civilization. As I grew closer to the pyramids, I noticed a small town just beyond them. On the edge of that town, there seemed to be a little abandoned shop. What was once probably an area that held supplies for the workers who built the pyramids, this small shack now stood empty and further away from the city. The perfect safe house.

I ran to the supply shop as fast as my legs would take me, careful not to alert anyone who may have been nearby. Upon approaching the shop I noticed that the windows and door had already been boarded up, with a sign in front warning people to keep out. I cautiously climbed on top of the roof to find a small skylight. I approached the skylight silently, and peered inside. As I suspected, no one was there, which only made me more curious as to why a 'keep out' sign was posted out front. I slipped inside the shop and decided to do a little recon before setting up this place as a safe house. As I walked around, I realized why no one was supposed to be in here; piles of tools and supplies were precariously perched in corners of the building. For anyone else, this could have been a serious hazard, but as a master thief, I didn't mind at all.

However, as I surveyed my surroundings, it hit me just how alone I was. Even though I had gone on jobs and pulled heists primarily on my own, I always knew that I had Murray and Bentley to back me up. And when my two best friends started working more proactively in the field, we almost never accomplished jobs completely by ourselves. Even with our simplest plans, Murray was always in the van and Bentley was always in my ear. But now, they were thousands of years away. For the first time in my life, I was one hundred percent on my own, and I wasn't sure if I knew how to manage.

A sudden feeling of panic washed over me as I realized I was lost. My legs gave out from under me and I fell to the floor, my mind swimming with anxiety. Regardless of the fact that our trio is known as the "Cooper Gang", never have I ever thought of working solo. I've known almost my entire life that no matter how bad our situation seemed, Bentley would always figure out a plan, and Murray would always be strong enough to get us out of it. Now, our trio was reduced to one, lonely member. My body started shaking and my head continued to spin and the panic attack grew. I had never experienced this much doubt in myself, and the sensation terrified me. My world was gone. How was I supposed to escape without my gang... without my friends?

Of course, my mind landed once again on Carmelita. What was I going to do if I could never see her again? I had gone into that battle with Le Paradox fairly confident that I was coming out of it. We left each other on that blimp with a broken "I love you" and a lost "goodbye". Our relationship was always complicated – we knew that – but the thought of never being able to work it out and take a faithful step forward grabbed my heart and shattered it. It's funny; when I thought I was going to die on that blimp, I had come to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to see her again. I knew that she would be hurt, but Carmelita is the strongest girl I've ever met, and she would have managed. There was a sense of closure that I felt with my impending doom. However, separation was a lot worse; it's the idea of myself living without her that kills me.

My panic attack began to subside as I slowly gained control of my thoughts and emotions. However, no power on earth could have prevented the tears in my eyes from falling. Strangely, I wondered what my father would think of me if he saw the mess I was in. With my world torn out from under me, would he have been sympathetic? Or would he have been disappointed in how quickly I broke down? One thing I knew for sure, my dad would have never let me give up.

I sat up with determination and wiped the last tears from my eyes. I was going to get out of this; I just needed a plan.

First, I started with pacing to see if it would help me think clearly. It didn't. Then, I started climbing on the various tools and supplies in the crowded shop, which helped a little, but I was still drawing a blank. Figuring out a plan was much harder than I imagined. How did Bentley do it so quickly and with such ease?

Obviously I didn't have the know how to build my own functioning time machine, which meant that Bentley and Murray needed to get our time traveling team van to ancient Egypt as soon as possible. In order for that to happen, they needed to know where and when in history I was located. That way, they could "find" an artifact from this era, use it in the time machine, come here, and take me back to Paris. The only problem was finding a way to let them know where I was.

The easiest solution I could come up with was leaving some sort of message somewhere in this area and praying that they would find it in the future. The biggest problem however, was leaving said message in a place where I knew they would see it. Then, out of the blue, the answer to my problem smacked me across the face. It was so obvious; I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it earlier!

The Thievius Raccoonus!

As a guide for master thieves and a chronicling of Cooper adventures, the Thievius Raccoonus was the perfect artifact in which to leave my S.O.S. message. Given the fact that Bentley was the current keeper of the great book, I was certain the message would get to him. And the best part of all? I happened to know of the original keeper of the Thievius Raccoonus, someone who lived in ancient Egypt. Adrenaline started pulsing through my body as my objective became very clear to me.

I needed to find Slytunkhamen Cooper.

Alright, the bit that comes next is probably my favorite, so stay tuned! Thanks, and God bless =]]