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"Lawrence? Lawrence? Are you alright? Lawrence?" Someone was shaking him, sending waves of pain through his skull. Why was it so dark? Oh, wait.
He opened his eyes, and closed them again, regretting the action immediately. Even though the museum had been dark before, it was now bathed in the light Larry had become accustomed during his former position as night guard.
"Lawrence? Wake up, I beg of you! Lawrence!" pleaded the voice, which was starting to sound more and more familiar. Adding to the familiarity was a monkey's screech. Not wanting to disappoint that voice, he mentally pushed away the pain, and opened his eyes. He then sat up, ignoring the dizziness and nausea that accompanied the action.
"What happened?" he asked a relieved Teddy, who, along with Dexter and Sacagawea, had been crouching next to him.
However, it was not Teddy who answered.
"We become alive again, for no apparent reason, and the first thing we see is you taking a siesta on the ground near the door, Gigantor!" exclaimed Jedediah, although to Larry's sensitive head, it seemed as if he were shouting. Eventually, the dizziness, nausea, and pain died down. As his vision came back, he saw that the cowboy and his Roman friend were standing on Dexter's head.
"Are you well, my liege?" asked Octavius quietly.
"I must have fainted. I didn't have time to eat, and I had a huge headache before, so…" Larry could tell none of his friends believed him, so he changed the subject.
"How are you guys even alive?" he asked, silently thanking the fact that no night guard had been hired yet to replace him, since the whole exhibits-living-at-night situation would be pretty hard to explain.
"We don't know," responded Teddy. "Nothing's been changed in the exhibits, besides the fact that Akhmenrah and the tablet are still in London."
"Hmm…," Larry wondered. Wait a minute! How long have I been out?! "Shoot! My teaching job starts tomorrow! What time is it?!" he asked frantically.
"It is 9 o'clock," informed Teddy. Then he caught on the first part of the sentence. "That's a noble profession, Lawrence−educating the youth of America."
"Thanks." Larry relaxed. Good. I have plenty of time to make it to my bed and get to the school tomorrow.
Then he looked around the museum. Most of the exhibits were happy to be alive again, but they also seemed a little sad. Was this about him not being a night guard anymore? He was touched by the idea.
"I guess I could look over this place for one more night," said Larry. "Just until the new night guard comes in." I'll just have a cup of coffee before getting to school. Or four. Why do I suddenly feel like a college student finishing a large paper the day before it's due?
Everyone in the museum cheered, although they were all wondering the same thing: Why were they still alive? How long would they remain this way?