When morning came, Joey had breakfast with the Kaiba brothers, and reassured Mokuba that he was well. He apologized for scaring him, and thanked them for taking care of him. He swore he owed them one. Mokuba was glad to see that Joey was back to his old self. Everyone else was when he came back to school, but they were also furious.

"YOU IDIOT! I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE UPSET, BUT YOU TOOK IT TOO FAR!" Tea yelled at him.

"YEAH! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW IT MADE US FEEL! HOW SERENITY FELT!" Tristan added.

Joey took on the tongue lashings of his passionate friends since he understood that they were just worried for him, and he deeply apologized for his actions, and promised to call Serenity to apologize to her, too. After they got that out of their system, Yugi sadly smiled at him. "I'm glad to see that you're fine, Joey. You really gave me a scare there."

The ex-bully frowned at himself. "Sorry, Yug'. I...I lost myself a moment there."

"Did you get it back?" He asked hopefully.

Joey sadly shook his head. "No. Not completely."

Yugi nodded. "If that's the case, then we'll just have to help build you back up because that's what friends do for each other."

Joey gratefully smiled for that. He wasn't alone, but considering how soon it was to tell about Jono, he had to be just for a moment. He mentally apologized to his friends for his selfishness, but until they were able to cope with Atem's absence, and Joey got a better idea of who Jono and Bakura was, then he'd tell them. Joey then laid his eyes on Ryou who was surrounded by girls, the vision of Thief king Bakura appeared next to him. The king looked lifeless and hollow in a world of darkness while Ryou shone brightly with colors. Jono appeared again to hold onto Bakura. They weren't together right now, but Joey swore he'd bring them back together. He'd give his life to make sure that happened.

"Joey?" Yugi called out to him.

The blonde snapped out of his day dreaming. "Huh? Sorry, Yug'. What were you saying?"

"Oh, it was nothing important. What I wanted you to know was that us and the gang will be more than happy to help you catch up in class for all the days you missed."

"Aw really?! You guys are the best!" He quickly became happy and immersed himself in that feeling as he put Yugi in a friendly choke hold.

At the end of the day, he went home, and the clean quietness of the place reminded Joey that his father was gone. He just held onto his bitter feelings of loneliness as he removed his jacket, but then as he did, a card from his deck accidentally dropped. He looked down to see that it was his Red Eyes. He picked it up and stared down at his dragon card and he kept it at his side while he made had his meal and got ready for bed. While doing so, Jono's memories had been rewinding in his head again and again for hours until he felt sick.

Eventually, he found his thoughts arranged and formed into verbal words, "To think that I won you from someone like Rex Raptor and it turns out that we have a wild past together. You n' I used to be just one person. We could've been two and be a team like today. You always had my back, Red Eyes. You're the card that represents my hard work and soul. The friendship and trust that I shared with Atem and Yugi. When it came down to getting you back, I always did because we're meant to be. And I get a feelin' that we're gonna have more adventures together with your old pal, Jono."

Joey got the feeling that Red Eyes was excited for something like that, and he smiled down at his card. He was wrong. He definitely wasn't alone. "Thanks Red Eyes." He kissed his card.

The next few days went on as normally as they could. Joey still felt haunted by the deaths he witnessed that when he saw children running around freely and happily at his run down part of the city, he would visualize little Jono and Bakura and all the other Kul Elna children doing the same. The streets weren't safe with the gangs going around and recruiting, and policemen could only do their bet and hope a corrupt one wasn't among them.

He thought that if people like Jono's and Bakura's parents walked among them, that they would take control of the crime around and protect the children. But that was only a dream, and this was the present. Having something like a godfather who's on the side of justice wasn't realistic anymore.

Eventually, Jono and the desert appeared again.

"I can feel your exhausted feelings." The jawless ghost told him. "I'm deeply sorry. I was so excited to finally connect with someone that I didn't consider your mental health. That was bad of me."

Joey shook his head. "Don't worry about that. I'm a tough guy like you, and I got my own Red Eyes to look out for me! But I'm curious. Did de good souls get de chance ta pass into de after life. Were de kids ever able to make peace?"

Jono nodded, "On my travels, I found another way to seal the well, so Bakura and I returned and replaced them with the new lock. Just like a fragile crumbling cookie, they turned into powder that flew away by the wind and up into the heavens."

"And their dark sides was taken by Atem's father to the shadow realm right?"

Jono nodded again. "The story behind that will come to light later, but right now, if you are prepared, you will see more memories of mine filled with miseries. Back then, I didn't think much about my past, but now that I compare it to yours, wow, I'm a pretty messed up person."

"It's not your fault. You didn't ask to be made into an orphan."

"And you didn't ask to feel like you were one." Jono's eyes turned into a dark red. "I loved my parents with all my heart like they did for me, but yours were selfish and bitter."

"But hey, they're still my parents." Joey reasoned.

"I know, but I've known parents who do too much for the sake of their children, those who do to little, and those who romanticize of what they've done for them. I'm not telling you to hate them, but you're holding onto needless attachments."

The sand shapeshifted into Joey's father. Joey was surprised, and didn't like where this was going, "Hey, I thought this was about you, not me."

"It's about the both of us. You can't handle the rest of my memories if you continue to hold onto yours without a clear resolve. Why hold onto more love for your father than he deserves? Why still recognize your mother as your mother when its clear that she resents you because you look like your father? Why pull the act of a fool so you can cope with your pain?" The sand further created his mother, and then images of Joey nearly drowning or being struck down. "You realized it didn't you, Joey. Just a taste of my memories will unleash the pain you've been hiding from everyone including your friends." Yugi and the rest of the gang were made and they surrounded him.

Joey felt insecure for a moment, but when his eyes landed on Mai, he was reminded of his reasons. "Okay, yeah, I have a lot to deal with and I'm not a hundred percent honest with my friends, and I guess I have been a coward with my feelings when I shouldn't be since they're my friends. They'd always be there for me even if they saw the uglier side of me."

"But you don't want the image you worked so hard to build to go away. You hoped that you could fake some of it until you could make it a reality, and in a way, you did accomplish that."

"Exactly." Joey explained, "I do see myself as a strong guy who can take on the world, but after what you put me through, I've come to de realization dat I'm not tough enough. Yugi and de rest of us really got out of the worst of it. We were just there for the aftermath of all the real shit dat went down. So...guess I should do some soul searching with you first before we really get down with your memories. If we have da time, of course."

"That sounds like a good plan. Let's start from the beginning." The desert completely changed into what Joey recognized to be Domino's beach. He saw his six-year-old self happily playing in the sand with his family. Jono said, "This is your favorite memory as a kid."

"Yeah..." Joey would day dream about it, but it was never as vivid as this. He could see their smiles, the lights reflected in their eyes, and the sand and droplets of water stuck to their skin and hardened hair. He could hear their cheers and laughter while the background sounds of seagulls and people were playing.

Joey wanted to join in once again as he reminisced, "It was Serenity's birthday, and we decided to spend it at de beach. I remember dat we built sand castles, went swimming, eating ice cream, and then going home to eat cake while talking on the phone with grandma and grandpa. We were alright back then until a scam got us evicted from our home." Joey's small smile dropped, "My mom was furious, and she put all the blame on my dad, and then the arguments started. The scam was dealt with in a few weeks, but the damage was already done. Even when we got our home back, the fights wouldn't stop, so I would take Serenity away from the house a lot, and we'd just walk around the city. Our parents wouldn't even realize we were gone by the time we got back home."

"And how did you feel or think during those times?"

"Back then, I began to hate them because they're supposed to focus on us, but all they ever wanted to do was one-up each other, and I always felt during those times when my mom acted nice, it was just to prove that she was de betta' parent. Growing up, I thought back to the little things like how superficial my mom was becoming while beer cans and bills were littering the living rooms and kitchen. I didn't think any of it when I was a kid. I just wanted them to disappear, so me and Serenity could be happy."

"You truly love Serenity."

"With all my heart and soul. Serenity is my little sister, and I'm supposed to protect her. Sort of like how you swore to protect Bakura. Serenity was my only light back then." Joey smiled as the memory of him and Serenity walking to the beach played. However, the image quickly changed to when he chased after the car that took her away. "When the divorce happened, there wasn't any warning or explanation for us. They just fought through their lawyers, and my mom just took Serenity." His fists clenched. "I know that Serenity bein' with mom was de betta' choice, n' raisin' two kids ain't easy, but it's not like she had to ignore me. It's not like she couldn't have bothered ta check on meh once in awhile ta tell what de fuck was happenin' ta me. Getting a damn numbah isn't hard!" Joey felt the rage boiling in him. He caught himself, and tried to stop, but Jono scolded him, "Don't hold it back! Let the rage fester in you."

"I already let that happen before, and I know I'm more than my rage. I'm already hotblooded as it is. My mom never loved meh n' I only bother thinkin' good of her cuz she raised Serenity."

"You don't love her."

Joey looked at his mother who stood before him with a smile. He shook his head, "No. I'll respect her, but I don't love her or forgive her."

"And for your dad?"

Joey reluctantly looked over at his father who formed beside him. He turned to the old man who looked drunk and angry, but the direction of that anger wasn't clear. "I do. I guess I do love him more than I should, but when I think about it clearly now, it's not because he's my dad. It's because I pity him. Everyone who went to his funeral only came to pity my family as if my dad was a criminal; a burden." He clenched his fists harder. "My old man wasn't the best person in de world n' he was a burden, but the way they acted as if I should be glad that he's dead...They don't know!" Joey gritted his teeth, looking down at the ground. Wet droplets touched the sand. "They don't know how hard he struggled to stop. They don't know what it's like to live with an addict! His own parents gave up on him! My mom gave up on him! Everyone just deserted him, and I could've...I could've..." Joey picked up his head to stare at his father. "I should've, but I don't quit on the people I love."

He wiped his cheeks and took a deep breath. He put his hand in his pocket as he found his composure. "Y'know, addiction is a mental disorder n' those guys in a lab coat aren't kidding. Nobody but me saw his struggles. Nobody but ME saw the way he hated the bottle he held, but his body cradled it like a life support. After the divorce, dad couldn't afford the house, so it didn't take long for us to start living at a run down apartment. I remember how dank de smell was, how empty and rusted the refrigerator was, and the yells and noises of neighbors talkin' or runnin'."

Joey stood in a slightly empty run down apartment, and the white noises of traffic and people from all around could be heard. He walked over to a bedroom. "It didn't take long fer me to know dat we weren't gonna keep de place fer long since my dad wouldn't get off de bed, so I looked around fer work by going in any place with a hire sign up front. I did everything from newspaper boy to babysitting a month old fer a single mother and mowin' lawns fer kids who didn't want to do their chores. The landowner knew that I was de one payin' fer all de bills, so she took pity on meh n' secretly half de rent, but she still increased it bit by bit when I got older."

The teenager rolled up his sleeve to see bruises forming on his arm. "De streets were too dangerous tah be holdin' cash, so I would try tah hide it at home so even de robbers wouldn't get tah it, b't turns out I had tah hide it from my dad. He didn't work. Lost his job during de divorce because he got into a huge fight with his boss n' de economy wasn't doin' good either. He just slept n' drank n' if there was no beer, he'd ransack our own home n' go to de bar n' he got into gambling. When I discovered what dat bastard did, I just packed up what I needed tah survive off de streets n' tried not tah cry in front of de landowner. Bless her soul dat she let us stay."

Joey stopped as the world turned back into a desert, and he was sitting on cold sand.

Jono sat next to him. "Don't hold back in blamin' him since he made you feel like you were de problem."

Joey chuckled. "Abused n' neglected child of de year. Holdin' a story a billion kids could tell betta'. My old man would hit meh when he couldn't find any money fer his gambling n' drinkin'. Almost choked me once, but definitely bruised meh neck. I didn't have any turtle neck sweaters n' collars. so I just cut up one of meh torn old shirts dat I grew too tall fer n' went ta school playin' a joke dat I was some stupid monster. None of de teachers cared tah know why I really put it on n' thought I was just some punk who was late fer class n' couldn't do any bettah cuz I was some lazy idiot n' I played de part so I can hide what's happening at home."

He sucked in his lips n' let it go with a pop. He imagined a lit cigarette in his hand n' he just needed a puff, so he could feel more relaxed. "So yur right. I am actin' like a fool tah hide de pain. But I don't wanna be pitied."

"Shame is such a wasteful emotion. You think too much of how people will react when you don't even understand your own reactions. Your own father died n' you still don't know how to react or feel. If you just shared with your friends like how you shared with meh, then it'd be easier fer you." Joey remained quiet since he felt like he had been scolded. Jono patted his back. "Ah, but it does take real strength to confess feelings. Isn't dat right tough guy."

Joey glared at the ground. He began feeling hatred for himself since he did think he was being strong after his dad's death, but at truth, he's just been avoiding it. He hugged Jono tightly yet gently since it looked like he could snap the guy easily. Jono hugged him back, and the two remained that way until Joey woke up.

He didn't go to school that day. He immediately looked through his clothes to find the suit that he wore at the funeral. He put it on, grabbed a plastic bag from his kitchen, and then cycled to the beach. He dumped all the damp sand that he could into it. He then went to the store before heading to the cemetery with two plastic bags.

He walked over to his father's grave, and he smiled mirthfully at the words carved on the stone: "Beloved Son and Father".

"Hey old man!" Joey called out to his old man as if he were alive and hard of hearing. "Got you a gift!" He opens up the plastic bag of sand and dumps it out onto the dirt patch. He used his hand to make sure it scattered around. "You're probably callin' meh a maniac, but I wanted you to remembah de good memories, you old fart, after havin' such a boring funeral you didn't give a crap about. Might've joined ya in de casket tah get outta hearin' grandma talk about how you were a boy scout! Well, ya can forget 'bout that. Your real funeral starts now old man n' it's de way it should've been. Just you n' meh."

He then took out the aspirin and water bottle from the second bag. "But before I talk, your head must be killin' ya so early in de mornin', so here!" He popped the pills out onto the sandy ground, and then poured the water over it. When it finished, he sighed out in satisfaction.

"Now let's begin."

While Joey was there, his friends became concerned because Joey never missed a day of class unless something was wrong. They quickly went to his home after school to see if he was okay, but he wasn't there. Yugi quickly thought that Joey may be at the cemetery, so they went over there, and they found Joey sitting on the grass in front of his father's grave, and he was silent.

They remained at a distance, so they wouldn't rudely disturb his mourning. Yet, it didn't take long for Joey to get up with a smile. "See you later old man." Joey then noticed his friends.

Yugi spoke up, though sounding a little guilty, "Uh, hey, Joey. Sorry for coming here unannounced, but you didn't come to school today."

"Oh yeah. Sorry 'bout dat. I just need ta talk to my old man. Ever since he died, I thought I was coping with it by staying strong, but I realized last night that I was just avoiding how I really felt. You guys may not like to hear this, but I'm glad he's gone. I mean I am sad and I loved him, but it's like cancer living with an addict. I probably would've been spending the rest of my life after graduation trying to pay off his debts until I kicked de dust. I spent my whole life before I met Yugi feeling like a burden, hoping my dad could snap out of his addictions, praying that he didn't ransack the house again for cash, and everyday I was scared shitless that I might find my dad dead when I got home..."

Joey felt ashamed, but Tristan placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "That sounded rough, dude, but now, we can look forward to better days. How about we head over to a buffet at a new restaurant in town! My treat!" He winked with a thumbs up.

That sounded good to everyone, and it definitely perked up Joey's mood. Food really did sound good for the hungry teen who skipped breakfast and lunch. After having his early dinner, the gang with Bakura and Duke headed to the mall to play at the arcade. After having their fun, they gang split up to go home. Joey and Yugi walked home together since they were heading the same direction.

"Hey Yug'." Joey called out to him since it looked like his friend was deep in thought.

Yugi quickly turned his attention to his friend. "Hm? Yeah Joey?"

"What's wrong? Did I really give you a scare?"

"Oh, yeah. It's just that after what you said, I began asking myself if I also been avoiding grieving for Atem's death."

"What? No way. Yug', you and Atem shared a different relationship compared tah me and my old man. I avoided really thinking about his death because I just couldn't accept it. With Atem, we succeeded Yugi. We helped the pharaoh complete his destiny while gaining an everlasting friendship that helped him ultimately defeat Zorc. But what's most important was that we gave back his name. His identity, and a home he had to go back, too, and hey, when we're dead, we can all chill at ancient Egypt heaven and all's cool."

Yugi stared at Joey who always seemed to know exactly what to say to lift his spirits. He genuinely smiled for the first time since it was only over half a month ago that they said goodbye to Atem. However, that smile quickly dropped when he couldn't stop the tears that he cried for many nights out of loneliness. He sobbed, "I just miss him you know...I'm happy that he finally gets to rest in peace, but it still felt so sudden. I thought I was ready. I thought I could cope, but when it really happened and now I have to live my life without him helping me or me helping him..." His breath became ragged. "I can't help thinking that I should've lost that duel, and you might not like to hear this, but I told myself that it was so he wouldn't leave us, but all I really wanted was for him to not leave me." He gripped his shirt over the spot that Joey recognized where the puzzle would've been. "I feel so weak and vulnerable without him."

Joey looked down at his sniveling friend and warmly smiled at him. "Weak and vulnerable? You must be out of your mind. Yugi, the pharaoh was just a guy without any memories, but with some great talent for gaming; I'll give him that. But you're the one who taught him what he really needed, and that was you fight not just for yourself but for de people you care about. When you two faced Kaiba when he tried to kill himself, or even Pegasus or evil Marik, you didn't let the pharaoh make the wrong choices, you fought with everything you got and sacrificed yourself because you trusted him even when Atem was in doubt or didn't know what to do. You gave him the confidence and strength he forgot he had. A weak and vulnerable guy can't do that. Especially when Atem gave himself to the Orichalcos, he was a wreck without you."

Joey smiled proudly for his short friend with great potential and strength, "You defeated him because you were always stronger to begin with, and I get that you don't feel that way now, but if anything did go wrong, you can handle it Yugi. And all of us will be right there with you; right by your side or in spirit. Even if there's a chance of losing me, Yugi, you never truly will."

Yugi gasped once he remembered how Joey almost died by Marik's hand after burning his own best friend alive. When Atem and him had to duel against Kaiba, Joey's strong will helped them defeat Kaiba when all seemed lost, and he woke up from his doomed fate from a god to cheer him and Atem on. And even now, Joey looked at Yugi without a doubt that he was just as strong as he was, and memories of their adventures together was proof.

Yugi let go of his shirt and found the will to smile again as he nodded. He could feel a small light gleaming in his chest again. "Thank you, Joey."

Joey brushed off the heavy atmosphere. "Hey! What are true friends for!" He grinned happily, but it dampened down into a soft smile yet he turned serious. "Yug', there's something I hafta tell ya."

"Huh?"

"Let's head to my place first." The two went there, and Yugi called his grandpa, so he knew where he was. When they got comfy on Joey's bed, the warrior-type duelist explained what happened after they exited the pharaoh's memories and what happened after his father's funeral.

"You saw the massacre of Kul Elna?!" Yugi had to interrupt.

Joey nodded and explained in detail of who Jono and Bakura was as kids and how the massacre truly went down. Yugi had to cover his mouth in shock and he couldn't help crying when he learned of the children's fate at the shelter. Joey then told Yugi about the Jono he was meeting in his dreams and how he helped him with his problem.

The two found themselves lying in Joey's single bed, pressed together to get comfortable in the cramped dark space. "So Jono is currently missing, but before he wants you to figure out where he is, he wants you to figure out who he is first."

"Yup. And he told me that it's gonna get depressing. If he doesn't let me see the bloodshed again, I think I'm gonna be watching Birth of a Nation once a week for a long while."

Yugi frowned for his friend, "I wish there was something I could do."

Joey smiled for him, "You're already doing it. I hesitated telling you before because honestly, after knowing what the millennium items were made of and what it did, what I felt for Atem before turned for the worse. I know that what Aknadin did shouldn't affect how I feel for Atem, but I can't help feeling angry that he used the items that killed children and tore families apart. The puzzle may have helped bring us together, Yug', but all I can see now is a torture device. If our friendship had to come at that sorta price...I don't think this friendship is worth that."

Everything fell silent for awhile before Yugi finally found his voice, "Neither do I." He held Joey's hand. "I always saw the puzzle as a connection between me and Atem, and even after learning about how they were made, I never truly questioned it. I just heard 'evil souls' and my mind immediately thought it was justifiable, but I was being ignorant."

"Me too, Yugi. But I'm a selfish bastard. I know fer sure that even if I knew about this before, I'd still remain at your side and Atem's because I still love you both."

"Joey..." Yugi planted his face against his best friend's arm, and Joey could feel his damp cheeks. "I love you both, too. Whatever happened in the past, we'll set it right. Together."

Joey felt his own chest brighten by those words and the resolve in his heart strengthened. "Thanks Yug'."

The two fell asleep together.

The next day, Joey and Yugi didn't tell the rest of their friends about Jono. They discussed if they needed to tell them. They thought they should since they are their friends and they did help during their adventures with Atem, but this was only the beginning and Joey was just having dreams and needed to find a body. They figured that there was no point of worrying their friends unless something bigger than this was happening. They also didn't like the idea of depressing someone sensitive like Tea who had a crush on Atem or worrying an overprotective guy like Tristan. They also didn't want to pull Ryou into the whole Bakura thing either. Especially not when graduation was coming soon.

So it was going to be their little secret until then.

And Jono was pleased to know this when they reconnected. "You and Yugi have a strong bond as equals. That's something Atem and I never had. We were fifteen years apart, so when he was more of a little brother to me."

"A little brother, huh. I can see that. Hey, did you know Priest Seth and de other priest back then?"

Jono chuckled, "All of that will be known, and I can feel the light within your resolve. The both of you are ready to look further into my memories to truly know who and Bakura truly are."

"Both of us?" Just then a gust of darkness blew by him and took on the form of the Red Eyes Black Dragon. "No way!"

Jono explained, "I am the both of you combined thanks to the millennium items, but I couldn't reach to the other half of me because your heart had been closed off."

"That's why ya knew I didn't have de resolve ta move forward." Joey's golden hazel eyes gleamed at the sight of his dragon right beside him. He petted him with much affection and pride. "Red Eyes here is the card that represent my soul. I love all my cards, but they understand that us two had a connection n' with you, Jono, I understand why that is. We're supposed to be one n' we always had our backs. I lost him once and I always won him back. Right Red Eyes." The dragon purred and enjoyed the kisses Joey wasn't embarrassed to give him on his cheek and nose.

Jono snorted, "I'm watching two halves of myself loving each other. I nevah thought I'd see de day, but it warms my unbeating heart."

Joey and Red Eyes blushed with guilty grins.

"Okay! Hit us with yur best shot, Jono! We're ready fer anything now dat we're togetha'!"

"Understood. But know that you won't only be seeing my memories, but you will learn from them. Like before, the both of you will become one with my body, so you will know how to fight like a warrior and know the tricks of a thief. You will also learn about the ancient world, its secrets, and come across the hardest questions you will ever encounter. You will love me for my heroism and hate me for my stupid choices, but whatever you will feel for me at the end of this, you will become a greater person than I!"

Joey felt his whole body quake in excitement with Red Eyes beside him wagging his tail in anticipation.

Jono's hazel eyes twinkled at this enthusiasm.

"Let's begin."

._._._.

A few months ago after the gang returned to the present from the pharaoh's memories

Within Cairo, the capital of Egypt, a family of adults and a few teenagers were present at a villa. Despite the catastrophic weathering that took place outside due to Zorc's near completed conquest of dimensional domination, the home remain unscathed. One of them looked outside when they noticed the roaring sounds of winds and heavily droplets of rain stopped.

"It has cleared. Zorc has been defeated."

"Then he should be arriving soon." Everyone looked to the glass coffin that held the embalmed mummy that slept in peace.

In a matter of minutes sand appeared out of thin air and shaped the mummy into its full flesh and form. He gasped for air when he woke.

"Open the coffin! Do a medical check up immediately!"

A group of them opened coffin and the confused mummy was hauled up and onto a stretcher. A woman smiled down at him in a soothing manner, "It's alright our grandfather Bakura. We, your descendants, will take care of you."

Bakura was still bewildered, but a shot to his arm helped put him at ease, and he fell asleep. He was quickly placed into a room where the doctors and nurses of the family checked every inch of him to check if he was alright.

Another woman who was covered with hair all over her body approached the one who spoke to their grandfather, "Tawaret, does this mean that the prophecy for the third and final wave of darkness will come?"

Tawaret nodded sadly, "Bast, you will be his guardian and trainer until our king Jono is found by his reincarnation."

Bast crossed her arms. "I already finished my years of active duty in the army. I am honored to be given the responsibility."

Both of them looked at their revived ancestor who was injected with many tubes.

As this happened, from Cairo to Mexico city, a lovely mocha tanned woman with round mono-lid eyes, a sweet cordial smile on a pleasantly plump face, and brown hair that seemed to have a pink tint when light would shine upon it was eating a strange meat on her platter. She was currently dining alone in a grand dining room while watching from a crystal ball of what appeared to be a withered man deep within a purple smog. The ancient person had long grey hair and a beard that only thinned his starving appearance while he looked down at a dried up, preserved heart with only one eye. He held that heart close to his chest and the woman hummed to his repetitive whispers below his breath, "I did what I must. I did what I must. I did what I must. For my son, the pharaoh, for Egypt."