Crashing alerts Dr. Terrence Bey of something going wrong in the library of his museum, and he rushes there as fast as possible, only to be brought to a stuttering mess as he views the toppled shelves, the scattered papers, and open books thrown about the room, with Evelyn Carnahan in the center of it all, staring around her.
"Give me flies!" he cries out. "Give me locusts! Anything but you! You are a disaster! I've no clue as to why I continue to put up with you and your blunders!"
She begins to stutter, "I-I am so very sorry, sir. I-it was an accident."
"You call this an accident?" comes the incredulous voice of a man Dr. Bey has grown to somewhat dispise.
"Mr. O'Connell," he greets as he turns around. "What a pleasant surprise." He then sees his daughter strangely silent. "And what has you in a mood, Bahira?"
"Mr. Jonathan took something from Mr. Rick," she announces, rather annoyed at the man. "And I thought I saw him come in earlier, and since Mr. Rick asked if I knew where he was, I brought him here."
"Oh, hello Mr. O'Connell," Evy greets the newcomer.
He nods respectfully. "Hello. Sorry to have to bring this to where you work, but it is somewhat related to Egyptian treasure and history as well."
Evy narrows her eyes. "Oh, I will be having words with my brother about this."
"And you will find a way to clean this mess up!" Dr. Bey growls, before storming back to his office, slightly curious as to what the man could have been talking about.
Bahira wanders to the back of the library, to where the Egyptian artifacts of her ancestors are currently being stored until they are ready for display. She hears Rick and Evy talking in the library, along with the shifting of books as they are clearly trying to fix the mess she's made, when she hears something in the room shift loudly.
"Mohammed?" she calls softly. "Elijah?" she still has no response, but hears the sound again. As she moves forward, she hears the heavier footsteps of Rick approaching, accompanied by the lighter ones of Evy. "Miss Evy, did you hear that noise?"
"Yes, we did. I was thinking it was just you," she responds, looking around as she takes a torch from the entryway. Rick walks forward, keeping one hand on Bahira's shoulder, the other on a holstered gun.
The little Egyptian rolls her eyes. "And you wonder why Papa doesn't like you much?" she asks quietly.
Rick merely shrugs. "I believe in being prepared."
"Bob?" Evy calls as they near the center of the room, when they hear the shifting coming from an open sarcophagus close by.
Rick moves closer, Evy following close behind, while Bahira remains by a statue across from the sarcophagus. They all jump, Evy gasping and Bahira stifling a small scream of fright, when the mummy within pops up. Their fright turns to irritation as a laugh follows the mummy from it's coffin, one of a familiar man to all three.
"Jonathan, have you no respect for the dead?" Evy asks in a slight fit of rage.
Her brother, who is clearly intoxicated, shifts the arm of his 'friend' to rest casually on the side of the coffin. "I actually do quite respect the dead. As a matter of fact, some days I wish I was among them."
"Well, maybe you ought to join them sooner rather than later, rather than ruining my career in the same manner as you have your own," Evy scolds him, slapping his arm and laying the mummy back down in the coffin.
Rick, seeing the condition the other man is in, grabs him roughly by the arm. "Let's get you out of this," he mutters and he hauls the drunk man to his feet and out of the sarcophagus.
The man, even as drunk as he is, recognizes Rick, and begins to fidget in his hold. "Oh, hello there my good sir."
"I believe you have something of mine, Jonathan," he growls at the drunken man, who cowers and stutters excuses.
Bahira, not paying much attention to the adults, has climbed up onto the side of the sarcophagus, and spots something familiar within. She reaches down and manages to get a grasp on it, pulling it up to find it is a puzzlebox. She inspects it closely, finding she can read the small hieroglyphics on the sides, ones that are extremely familiar… so familiar she can almost hear a voice reading something… something forbidden… a secret…
"There it is!" Jonathan shouts, pulling her from her train of thought as he plucks it from her grasp. "Thank you for finding it, my dear!" he slurs, patting the girl's head like a dog as he returns the box to Rick, who had noticed the child's distraction.
"I know that box…" she whispers, before jumping to the ground and hurrying out of the room, making a beeline for her adoptive father's office.
Rick stares after her for a long moment, before turning to Evy. "What was that all about?" he asks.
"I've not a clue, but she does that every once in a while… although she's always explained something about knowing it from a story, or from pictures of ancient temples," the woman tries to explain. "But, this is the first time she's looked so… so…" she trails off, unsure of what to say.
"Troubled?" Rick offers.
"Yes, troubled. I would worry and go after her, but I know she is going to Dr. Bey about it, so I'm not worried." She then redirects her attention to the troublesome box in his hand. "So this is what you wanted looked at?" she asks him.
He offers it to her. "I was a little curious about it. I found it while I was in the French Foreign Legion, right after the last battle I was in."
She frowns at the ancient hieroglyphics. "Where were you when you found this?"
"Hamunaptra," he answers simply.
She almost drops the heavy metal box. "Hamunaptra? As in the one said to be pure myth?"
"The one that was rigged to sink under the dunes with Seti's treasure at the order of the Pharaoh?" Jonathan pipes up, his interest piqued at the mention of the treasure involved.
The former soldier glances at the other man before returning his attention to the younger woman. "Yes, that Hamunaptra. My whole damn garrison was wiped out there by Tuaregs shortly after finding the place."
"And did you find any other things there? The treasures?" Jonathon asks with excitement.
"Yeah," Rick states, falsely cheerful. "Sand, and blood."