It has been now three whole months since Marion has seen Colin. She is seven months pregnant with Indiana Jones's child, and is living in Colin's townhouse in London with Harold Oxley as her companion. This is a short backstory, as I would like to give way for the story. Chapter four brings through a lot more depth, so enjoy and keep on reading. I do not take anything as my own except the plot. Enjoy!

I sat in the sun room, thinking again. Oxley had been in and out today, and at one point, bringing me a cup of tea. Smiling, I thanked him, and took a sip. I felt huge. And for the most part, miserable as hell. I picked up my diary and read a couple pages from it.

I was miserable. Father dragged me on every dig after the one in Jerusalem. He had kept calling me a whore, and was angry at me for sleeping with Indy. I loved Indiana Jones. How I wanted to run away from this and be with him. Father treated me like a child and I despised him for it. He never took the time to understand me, and left me with this crappy bar in Nepal, where no one spoke of Indy. I drowned my sorrows in alcohol. It numbed the pain I felt from being torn apart from Indy, and the other growing issues in my life.

Would he have been mad at Indy for getting me pregnant and then leaving? Probably. He would have been mad at me too. I turned to another page in the diary and read.

Today I spent my whole day in the tent crying. I just wanted Indy there to stroke my hair and hold me. But, no...My father is keeping us apart. I wished I could just disappear. It's been a week since we were caught making love to each other. I don't think Indy wanted to part from me, and neither did I. My father does not understand how torn up I feel. I don't feel like he used me, but I feel like there is something missing from me...like a puzzle piece missing.

I remembered that day as the most miserable day of my young life, and now, ten years later, I ended up pregnant with his child, and he being nowhere in sight. Some luck. I took a sip of tea and smiled. Ox came in the room right then, smiling, and said, "Guess who's here to visit?" Much to my surprise, out came Colin, in his uniform, grinning. I couldn't believe my eyes. Jumping up, I hugged him. He smiled.

"How many days are you here for?" I said, sitting down. Colin took a seat next to me and said, "Only three days about, and then I head back out." I nodded, and he looked at me, and came closer to me putting his arm around me. I leaned in and kissed him. He placed his other arm gently around my waist, and we made out for what seemed like forever. For the next three days, Colin spent every moment with me. When he left again, it made me sad. I didn't know when we'd ever see each other again. I took to solitary confinement again, and read more of my diary. It felt good that I was rereading my thoughts. Maybe it was a way for me to move on from my past life, and create a new one, as a mother, and take care of my child. I won't tell it that its father is some archeologist professor. At least not until they are old enough to understand. I page through my diary some more.



Cried some more today. Father does not understand me anymore. We had finally settled in Nepal, and he bought this stupid bar, and christened it the Raven. Then he handed it over to me a few days later and told me I had to run it, as he was going to search for the Ark again. Figures. I am now stuck running this hellhole and after hours was reintroduced to alcohol to ease my pain. I drank every night, especially with this group of men who taught me drinking games and amused me with their tales of their trips. Sitting there with them as they played cards and drank gin, and sometimes vodka, I'd sit with them, observing their game, and smoking a cigarette, followed by a swig of vodka. I had a good stomach when it came to alcohol, amazingly, but the drinking eased the pain I was going through.

I placed my hand on my belly, whispering as if I was talking to my baby, "Hopefully, you will turn out alright." Smiling, I sat there for a while after that talking to my child. I hoped it would hear me. Finally, I felt a sharp kick on my side. "I guess it did hear me." I then said, beaming with joy.