"Do you really think I'm going to believe you?" Rick laughed as he packed up his weapons.

"How else did I get here?" I shouted as I followed him around their camp. "How can you explain me suddenly popping up in the middle of those tunnels? Rick, you have to believe me!"

"Why don't you call Charlie? He was the one who brought you here." He mocked.

I didn't appreciate his humor at this point. "Then where could have I gotten these clothes?" I held my arms out for him to get a better look at my jeans and blue work polo with the theaters name written on the right pocket. "Jeans weren't invented yet!"

"Is that what you call that?" Jonathan called as he helped Evelyn pack her belongings.

I ignored him and turned back to Rick. I knew I couldn't tell him what his real life was in my world or his real name. I couldn't blab about what will happen in the future but I figured I could tell him about the past. "If I'm not from a different world then how do I know that Evelyn was the one that bailed you out of jail? How do I know that Jonathan stole that key that you found here?" I turned around to Evelyn. "How do I know that you're father was a famous explorer and your mother is Egyptian? This place and the Book of the Living are the reasons why you were first interested in Egypt." Evelyn's eyes widen and dropped her tool kit. "Tell me, Evie." I plead. "How could I have known that?"

"Evelyn, please don't believe this." Rick scoffed. "She's probably some kid looking for adventure."

"What if I was?" I countered. "Would you let me tag along?"

"No." he answered too quickly. He slung his bag upon his shoulder. "It was nice meeting you, kid. We could take you back to Cairo with us but from then on you're on your own."

I watched them lead the way out of the city. I blurted without thinking. "I know how to kill the creature." Rick stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder at me. I begged. "Please let me help you!"

"We don't need help." He replied. "That creature is not my problem. We're taking the next boat home and that's it. Now if you want to be left alone here be my guest. If not then get a move on!"

I ran after them and jumped onto the Warden's camel, considering he had no use for it anymore. We rode away with the screeching sounds of the rotting creature fading behind us. I was able to breathe once we were about a mile into the desert. I stopped wiping my animal and lay back in my seat. I took deep and long breaths to try to calm myself. I needed to find a way out of this.

I soon found myself days later in a hotel in Cairo. I sat in the living area of Evelyn's room hearing her bicker with Rick about me and argue about saving the world. I played with the collar of the white blouse Evelyn lent me along with a pair of green trousers. They were a bit long but I tucked them into a pair of brown boots. I sat at the round table alone. I couldn't speak- only listen.

"What do you suppose we do with the girl then?" I could hear Evelyn's voice muffled through the thick double doors. "We can't just leave her here! She's just a child!"

"She can take care of herself." Rick argued. "We just need to worry about ourselves and get the hell out of here."

"I don't think so, Mr. O'Connell." She said. "Having an encounter with a three thousand year old walking talking corpse doesn't mean we simply need to run away."

"Forget it!" he demanded. "We're out the door, we're down the hall, and we're gone!"

"Oh no we're not!"

"Oh, yes we are!"

"Oh no we're not." They sound more of a couple in people than on film. It gave me a headache. "We are the one who woke him up and we are going to stop him."

"We?" Rick shouted as I mouthed the words with him. "What we? We didn't read that book. I told you not to play around with that thing. Didn't I tell you not to play around with that thing?"

I couldn't listen anymore. I jumped from my chair and stormed out of the room. I didn't know where I was going. But I needed to think on how I was going to get home. I walked down the hallway and down the stairs passing the bar. I peeked in to watch the characters have their drinks while they sulked. It killed me inside to know that I couldn't tell them how to destroy the mummy. I held the answer they desperately searched for and I couldn't say it. I then thought maybe I could hint it. But I knew I had to gain their trust. I took a step forward into the bar and around the fountain.

"Can I join you?" I asked with a smile.

Jonathan sighed. "I don't see why not."I took a seat beside him and Mr. Henderson. "Like a drink?"

"I don't think I'm old enough." I chuckled.

"Who cares? We're all going to die anyway." Mr. Henderson poured me a shout of bourbon.

I took it silently even though it burned my throat like hell. I tried not to cough it up. "Look, I don't think I have been truly honest with you guys on whom I am." They eyed me as I told my lies. "Rick was right. I am just a kid looking for adventure. I overheard you all on the boat about the lost city. I couldn't resist on sneaking along. I'm sorry. Somehow I feel like this is my fault and I would like to help."

"I don't think you can." Jonathan mumbled. "There's nothing we can do. It's a Mummy!"

"You just need to find its weakness." I hinted. "Find out why that thing was placed under that statue. Ask those Medjis! They might know something!"

Rick then appeared taking a seat with us. He drank his shot as if it was water. He then asked apologetically. "How's your friend doing?"

"He just had his eyes and tongue ripped out." Mr. Daniels stammered. "How would you feel?"

I froze. I knew what was going to happen next. I held the shot glass tightly, battling with myself to not shout out that Mr. Burns is about to die. I couldn't resist. "I wouldn't drink this anymore. It tastes bad. And say, why don't you check on him?" I asked. "He could use some company right now." Rick noticed my shaking body. I smiled. "Wouldn't you?" I knew he knew that I was hiding something. I had to leave before he would question me. I hurled out of my stool just in time when a drunken Winston stumbled in guided by an obese belly dancer. He kept them busy with his mindless slurs so that I was able to slip out of the small bar. I found myself outside the hotel and in the small courtyard. I looked out and above to see that the meteor shower was going to start at any moment. I then realized that I couldn't ignore Mr. Burn's death. I had to change it. I couldn't have his blood on my hands. I saw Evelyn walk down the pathway on the other side of the yard. I ran towards her with alarm. She looked up from her book as she heard my heels click viciously against the stone.

"Samantha?" Evelyn called. She stared at me with worry. "Are you alright?"

"No." I cried. "I'm not!"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"It's Mr. Burns!" I whimpered. "He's in trouble!"

"Oh Evelyn!" Rick came running to us. "We have problems."

"No…" I breathed. I was too late.

The sky gotten dark and red as hot fire came falling down to burn the building and people alike. I covered my head as I dodged the burning rocks. Rick grabbed us by the arm, guiding us to a more secure part under the cement canopy. We cornered a staircase that I remembered all too well.

"Benny is here!" I shouted without thinking.

Rick turned to me with confusion. "What?"I pointed just in time for Benny to run down the stairs. Benny tried to run back up but Rick firmly grabbed him and shoved him into the wall. "Hey, you little stink weed! Where you been?"

There was that familiar screech again. It caught us all off guard, enough time for Benny to run away when we weren't looking.

"No!" I couldn't be too late. I changed the story, didn't I? I pushed by Rick and ran as fast as I could to Mr. Burn's quarters. I could hear Rick and Evelyn stomp behind me. "Please don't be dead! Please don't be dead!" I prayed over and over on my way. I hurled through the doors to see Mr. Burn's corpse dried up on the sofa.

"Samantha!" Rick called after me. "What are you doing?"

I looked over to the fireplace straight in front of me, knowing I would see Imhotep rejuvenating. Rick ran beside me to shove me behind him protectively. He held his guns high, ready to fire. Imhotep turned to give us one last growl. Evelyn held me tight as frightened as Rick was.

"We are in serious trouble." Rick stated.

Imhotep snarled as he charged forward. Rick shot rapidly with my ears ringing from the loud pistols shooting out of the gun barrel. I covered my ears and closed my eyes with fear even though I knew what was going to happen. Seeing it on screen and being a part of it is two different experiences for me. I then realized what was supposed to make him go away. "The cat!" I gasped. Imhotep shoved Rick away just in time for me to search. It was supposed to be in the room but I couldn't see it. Imhotep was very close to kissing Evelyn now. I didn't understand. I looked around franticly until I saw a white tail swaying under the couch. I grabbed it quickly and held it tight so it wouldn't slip out of my shaking fingers.

"Imhotep!" I yelled. It turned to me with a screech. I held the feline high. "Get the hell out of here!"

Imhotep yelped in fright. He then turned to sand, whirling out of the bay windows with the images of his tortured face. I slammed the windows shut as I panted. I never had my heart beat this fast. It felt like a wound up toy that couldn't stop jumping. I looked up to see Rick, Jonathan, and the Americans stare at me with astonishment.

"We are in very serious trouble." Rick blurted.

"How did you know he didn't like cats?" Mr. Henderson guessed.

"Cats are guardians of the Underworld." I panted. "Didn't you pay attention in history class?" I didn't. I just watched this film too many times. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

"That was grateful thinking." Evelyn breathed as she pulled me into a tight hug. "Thank God you are alright."

"We need to find someone to help us." I hinted. I knew where they would go. "The sooner. The better."

"I know where to go." Evelyn declared.

"Good." I sighed. "I'll see you outside."

The sun warmed my skin until I followed Evelyn inside the Museum of Antiquities. Jonathan questioned his younger sister behind me with Rick agreeing him. Mr. Henderson and Mr. Daniels trailed along, desperately looking for the right answers to keep their precious fragile lives.

"He does seem to like Evie." Jonathan recalled.

"What is that about?" Rick asked.

"What does this guy want anyway?" Mr. Henderson spoke out.

"He wants his girlfriend." I blurted rather annoyed.

Evelyn came to a brute halt that nearly caused me to run into her. I stopped and smacked my forehead for my stupidity.

"How do you know that?" she eyed me curiously.

I cleared my throat with a sly smile. "I've done a lot of reading as a child. Ancient Egypt is one of my specialties." I should get an award for my marvelous lying. "Imhotep was a high priest for the Pharaoh. He ended up having an affair with his Mistress. That's all I know."

"Yes, well." Evelyn was now suspicious as I knew she could see the sweat that pored from my forehead and my shaky hands, trying to hide them inside my pockets. "I know one man who could possibly give us any answers."

She started to walk down the long corridor again and rounded into one of the large rooms of ancient artifacts. Dr. Terrence Bey stood high with Ardeth by his side. Evelyn gasped for she would never have expected to see Ardeth.

"You!" she shouted.

Rick shoved me behind him with his gun aiming to Ardeth's head. Jonathan and Mr. Henderson did the same beside me with their eyes never leaving the clever Medji.

"Ms. Canahan." Dr. Terrence greeted as he bowed his head in respect. "Gentlemen." His dark eyes then met mine with a smile. "And young lady."

"What is he doing here?" Evelyn demanded with disgust.

"Would you really like to know or would you just like to shoot us?" He replied looking between us and Ardeth.

Rick lowered his gun. "After what I just saw, I'm willing to go on a little faith here."

I played with a little golden ball I found nearby and threw it around in the air as I sat down on a closed trunk. I didn't need to pay much attention as I already knew their conversation. I was getting bored being here. I let out a huff watching the round globe spin above me and tumble back down into my fingers. I threw it up one more time to watch the gold hit the sun, letting it make pink spots blind my vision. Once it came back down again something else caught my eye. I snapped my head up towards the hallway.

"Samantha!" It whispered loudly. I knew that I shouldn't have followed the creepy voice out into another room but I did. It leads me quietly into the room across-into a small library. I stood in the middle of the circling shelves with my eyes scanning the walls.

"What do you think you are doing Samantha?" I spun to see that it was Charlie. He was very angry; his hands clenched into fists by his sides. His dark eyes glared into my frightened expression like he wanted to wipe me off the face of the Earth. "You are not allowed to tell these people anything!"

"What about you!" I shouted, hearing my voice echo in the small area. "I've done nothing wrong! I haven't told them anything!"

"Then what about that little chat you had in the dessert? The hotel! In that hallway! You are trying to hint something off to them!"

"Then explain to me about the cat! It was supposed to show up on the piano! But instead it was hiding under the couch so I could pick it up!" I could see the hard lines smooth upon Charlie's face. He was now confused. "Don't give me that look, Charlie. You are supposed to be the master here."

He hesitated with discourage. "I'm afraid that I have made a mistake. This was not supposed to happen." His head hung low with questions starting to form behind his eyes. "I'm afraid that it is too late."

"Too late?" I panicked. "Too late for what?"

Charlie raised his gaze and stared with pure sympathy. "I'm afraid that you are in more danger than we both have bargained for."

"Charlie, what did you do?" I cried. "What's going on?"

"I'm afraid that since you have shared the information back in the desert, you have changed the story." He gulped his fear. "You are now officially part of them. They surely can not win this battle without you. And if you fail you can be killed. Or worse, you could never be sent home."

"No." I grabbed his collar. "Don't tell me that! I don't belong here!"

Charlie placed a warm hand on my cheek with kind words. "I am truly sorry, Samantha. But this is how it has to be."

"Please Charlie!" I begged, gripping my fingers around his hand. "There has to be another way."

"Be safe." He whispered. He slipped between my fingers, fading away like a ghost. I stumbled forward still trying to grab a hold on him. He was gone.