Lancelot traveled the museum with no luck of the night guards whereabouts. He met with many strangers but time was not in his favor.

"You there!" Lancelot halted a man dressed in fancy garments and carrying around a feathered pen in one hand. "Where doth your night keeper dwell!?"

"Where doth indeed." The man replied, raising a skull that was cupped in his other hand.

Lancelot unsheathed his sword, finding the skull to be a threat.

"Night Keeper, Night Keeper," The man chanted in an airy tone. "Where for art thou, Night Keeper?" He stared into the skull's eyes then smiled and lowered the skull to his breast, looking back at the knight. "Forgive me, sir, for thee seem'th truly lost and I has not the answers thee seek; yet be'est patient, for the world is broad and wide."

"A man so out of place shall not be too difficult to find." Lancelot sheathed his sword once again. "No doubt he is trembling in fear at the inanimate animating around him. Is a queer sight to behold. I remember waking for the first night myself." Lancelot's smile was smug as he thought of how much more knowledgeable he was compared to the new life forms around him. "But, quickly," he gestured for the man to back away, "head back to your post for dawn will come soon. Leave this building and you shall turn to dust."

"Ah, these sudden joys have such sudden endings." The man began to head back the way he came, taking in Lancelot's warning of dawn. "We are such stuff. As dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep...*"

Lancelot watched the man walk away then looked over at a variety of animals stomping down the hall. Dawn was at their heels. There was no more time to look for the night guard. Instead, he must spend what precious time he had left to bring order to the museum. He wouldn't allow another slip up to ruin his chances for another night to live again. And he must remember to talk with that man again. The connection between them was most favorable. Having learned of his beginnings to have been the writings of a poet, Lancelot came to the assumption that that man he was just talking to was a poet himself and thus a kindred spirit in words. Maybe that man would know of his creator...or perhaps was his creator.

Jedediah peered around the corner, looking at a couple walk by speaking amongst themselves. He'd been traveling with Octavius and two men who call themselves astronauts for a few hours now, exploring the new territory.

"It's a giant's world." Aldrin said and Jed turned back around the corner.

"Yeah, well, me and Octy here have dealt with our fair share of giants, buckaroo. There aint nothing scary about them."

"Do you think Larry is here?" Octavius asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. "It would be grand if we could meet again."

"Ah, Larry's doin' bigger and better things now. But I reckon we should form a pack with the new night guard. Big people do come in handy."

"Yes," Octavius smiled at this and elbowed Armstrong. "A man with that much power is quite the ally. You certainly wouldn't like night guards as an enemy of sorts."

Aldrin and Armstrong exchanged glances then looked back to the Roman and Cowboy. "Roger that. We should be heading back to our ship." Armstrong stated.

"Yeah, this place gives me the heebiejeebies." Aldrin shuddered then turned with his comrade to head back to the hall of miniatures. "Wait until Houston hears about this one. Aliens, other worldly dimensions, Giants-"

"I think we should be keepin' that stuff to ourselves, Buzz. I don't want to be spending the rest of my life in a loony bin."

Aldrin chuckled at this. "Affirmative." He stopped short when an armored foot came down in front of where he and Armstrong were heading. "What the-"

Suddenly, they were scooped up, along with Jedediah and Octavius.

"How many times do I haf'ta tell folks around here? Quit manhandlin' me!" Jedediah grumbled and struggled in the man's fist beside Octavius and the spacemen. "Listen here, you better—whoa!" Jedediah perked up instantly, recognizing the man. "Hey, it's Lance! Didn't expect to see you 'round these parts, pardner!"

"Tiny cowboy!" Lancelot smile at the familiar faces as he walked with them to the hall of miniatures. "It's good to see you both. We shall talk more later, though. Dawn is coming and I've got to make sure everything is in it's proper place."

"Don't tell me you're the night guard around these parts." Jed's left arm was pinned to his side but he used his free right hand to continuously brush the plumbs of Octavius' fancy general helmet out of his face.

"For tonight, I am. Our night guard seems to be absent."

"Hey, what is this place called anyway?" Armstrong asked through his communicator.

"It is a museum." Lancelot answered and Jed rolled his eyes at the vagueness. "But that is all I can say at the moment." Lancelot placed the astronauts in their respective diorama then set Octavius down in the Roman Empire diorama next. "I trust you can get your men in order?" He asked the tiny roman who stared up at Lancelot with a shy gaze as he took off his helmet and played with the plumbs. "Of course, My Liege." He averted his eyes a few times then looked to Jedediah and smiled. "We will all meet up again tonight."

"I'll see ya soon, Octy." Jedediah felt a little whiplash as Lancelot turned from the Roman Empire and headed to the Wild West.

"So what 'bout the tablet and Ahk?" Jed asked, straightening his hat.

"Safe, my little friend." Sir Lancelot placed Jedediah in his diorama last then bowed slightly. "I have much to finish. I'll find you again when we wake."

Jedediah watched Lancelot leave the room of miniatures then looked to the Roman Empire to see Octavius giving orders to his men. He hoped to get some answers tomorrow. The sooner he felt right about where they were and what happened, the sooner he could hang out with Octavius again. He was sure that it's been a few years since he woke up last and that was just a bit too long in his books. "See you tonight, Octy." He smiled to himself and hopped onto his horse, heading over to the railroads.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed some strange movement and he turned to see three black horses with riders he had never seen before. They looked an awful lot like bandits. He heard gunshots and watched as the riders circled a building in the distance. Making out the word 'BANK' on the new building confirmed to Jed that a robbery was taking place. "I ain't never seen that before." He mused, watching a bit longer then searching his eyes over a few other buildings that expanded his territory. "What in tarnation happened to the Wild West?"

"It expanded."

Jed looked to one of the workers on the railroad.

"And you better watch it. Since you've been gone, there's been a new sheriff in town." The man said, spitting out black gunk then picking his hammer and spike back up and going back to work.

"New sheriff in town?" Jed scowled and looked back to the Bank. "Like hell." He grimaced. Those answers could wait. When he wakes up again, he's going to have to set straight a few things to the newcomers.

Sir Lancelot came back to the Ancient Egypt section and placed his helmet onto a pillar that held a stack of tour guide pamphlets. "My Prince."

Ahkmenrah was up and holding the tablet once more. He was standing close to his Anubis God.

"No sign of the night guard." Lancelot explained. "But there are many new inhabitants. I found a couple of familiar faces as well. The cowboy, Jedediah, and his Roman friend whose name escapes me."

"Jedediah and Octavius are here?" Ahkmenrah's attention was captured by this and he came over to Lancelot who gestured the prince to his tomb.

"I shall bring you to them during the next moon. But it's time for rest again."

Ahk looked back to his tomb. "I hope to speak with the guard about this tomb. I'd like for it to stay open during the day."

"Who knows if there even is a guard around here. I have to admit, I did a pretty fair job at keeping order. The small cowboy mentioned that I myself would make a great night guard." Lancelot paraphrased the cowboy's words and smirked, feeling proud of a job well done.

Instead of answering Lancelot's remark, he set the tablet back in it's place and placed his fingers over the rim of his tomb.

Lancelot could tell the prince was still upset even though his tears have stopped. A look of agony was still apparent in his eyes. "I will keep guard for you, my Prince." He said gently, softening his features to a kinder smile.

"You should be in your place before dawn." Ahk began to climb up into his tomb and Lancelot steadied his prince.

"It will do no harm for me to stand guard for the day. If they move me back in place, so be it. But it wouldn't cause any upset for just tonight."

"I don't see why you insist but alright." Ahk sat in his tomb and looked at the entrance to his Ancient Egyptian exhibit. "It is not like you can protect me while just a waxy figure during the daylight hours."

"Do not underestimate a knight of the round table, my prince. I can be quite intimidating." He winked and watched as Ahk laid back in his tomb. "Goodnight, My prince."

"Good day." Ahk corrected with a smile that did not reach his eyes. He looked away as Lancelot closed his tomb then stared in the darkness of his dwelling. "Lancelot?" He said quietly, wondering if the knight could even hear him at this point. When no answer came, Ahk waited a few more seconds then tried again, only louder. "Lancelot!" He called.

"My Prince!"

Ahk felt relieved at the muffled sound of his knight.

"What ails you?"

"I am glad you are here with me!" Ahk said loudly again. There was no answer once more and Ahk frowned. He opened his mouth to repeat himself but then stopped when he heard a faint reply.

"As am I, my friend."

And then the moment ended. Dawn had arrived and Ahkmenrah was left with a smile for the day while Lancelot was stilled by the prince's tomb, a hand placed on top of it protectively.

*A quote from Shakespeare 'The Tempest' meaning, "We are all made of dreams, and our life stretches from sleep before birth to sleep after death."