Evy and Rick find the little Bahira sketching in the drawing pad Dr. Bey had given her last year for her birthday, drawing the symbols of Anubis and Osiris, her eyes glazed over.

"Bahira?" Rick calls uncertainly.

Her eyes clear, and her head whips her head around to greet them with a smile. "Hi Mr. Rick, hi Miss Evy," she greets them.

"Hello dear," Evy greets her warmly, stepping closer to the little girl she is so fond of, and has been teaching to read Ancient Egyptian inscriptions, Terrence having already taught her the simplest of phrases. "What are you drawing here?"

She looks down, and frowns. "Isn't the jackal a symbol of Anubis? And the fish of Osiris?" she asks curiously.

"They are, but where did you learn to draw their symbols? I didn't think we had gotten to those yet," Evy queries.

The little girl shrugs. "I dunno, but I've been having really weird dreams. I think I saw them there." After a moment of silence, she pulls the page out of the drawing pad, offering it to the two of them. "You should keep this with you."

Rick takes the paper carefully. "Why do you want us to have this?" he asks, genuinely curious.

"Hamunaptra is cursed, and I think these can protect you if something bad happens," she answers, that glaze flickering over her eyes once more. She then tilts her head curiously. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Well," Evy starts, "Dr. Bey gave us permission to take you out to lunch, as long as we got you back in a reasonable amount of time."

Her eyes brighten with excitement and her smile widens. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Rick teases the little girl who had kept him from going to jail again last year, although she never knew that she did.

The little girl wandering alone in the street catches his attention, making him frown from his place near the fruit stand. He also notices the attention of the rowdy street gang is also fixed on her, and they slowly move closer to her as she nears the jewelry stand, starting to talk with the old lady as soon as her young customer leaves. The gang gets even closer to her, and he moves from where he was about to steal an apple to stand next to the little girl, admiring the fine handiwork of the jeweler.

He nods in respect to the old lady, whom he recognizes from his childhood after being kicked out of the orphanage, before greeting the little girl. "Hello," he says, somewhat awkward.

She turns her attention to the tall man standing next to her. "Hello," she greets politely in return.

"What's your name? I'm Rick O'Connell," he introduces himself, crouching down to be on her eye level as he offers a hand.

"I'm Bahira, Mr. Rick," she returns, shaking the man's hand warily.

"Why are you wandering the streets alone?" he asks.

She smiles. "I'm visiting my friends, and looking for a present for Papa. I saved my allowance, and I wanted to find him something really nice!"

The lady chuckles. "That man dotes on her, Richard," she informs the man.

He smiles at both of the girls, and notes that the gang is gone, replaced by the presence of several men garbed in black mingling in the crowd. Figures he is certain are the ones from Hamunaptra, but is unsure of why they might be in Cairo.

"Well, do you have any pictures of the two of you together?" he asks, an idea forming in his head.

She nods slowly, and pulls out a couple of delicate pictures of the two of them together. "Papa had these from when I was a baby, and my birthdays."

He looks at them with a smile, seeing the curator of the museum smiling for once, though not in person, and with fewer gray hairs. "Well, I happen to know that a certain someone at a certain stall has a stash of nice picture frames hidden somewhere," he tells her, sharing a look with the jeweler.

"Really?" she asks, hope shining in her eyes.

"Really, Bahira," the jeweler confirms, pulling out a long wooden frame with gold trim around the glass for two pictures side by side, and picked out with hieroglyphics along the edges to represent love, happiness, and family. "I've been holding onto this particular one for some time, but nobody seems to remember my hobby besides making jewelry."

Bahira's eyes widen, as she takes the frame with great care. "I love it. How much does it cost?"

The old lady smiles kindly. "For you, my dear, I will say twenty five pounds."

She blinks at the price, as does Rick, who both know it would cost much more for any other person. "That's all, Miss?"

"It will serve partly as my gift to him, since I've been meaning to give him something as well," she whispers to the little girl, making her giggle and nod as she hands over the proper amount of money. "Now, since you are here, I will put the pictures in for you."

"Thank you Miss, thank you Mr. Rick."

Rick smiles down at the little girl and takes her hand. "Come on, let's go before the café down the road gets too busy."

The next night, when the Medjai attack the boat, Rick remembers to grab the sheet with the drawings in the plastic folder, and hands it to Evy before tossing her off the boat. "Get to shore!" he shouts, before jumping from the burning boat himself, before one of the men cloaked in black can attack him.

He pushes himself to swim faster towards the far shore of the Nile, remembering that the closer one will lead to a longer trip, and a likely lost bet with the Americans. He can already see the soaked, white clothed form of Evy, and the slightly darker form of Jonathan on the correct shore as he nears the shallows.

"I can't believe this!" Evy complains. "We've lost everything! All the supplies, and equipment! All of my clothes!"

"At least you have Bahira's drawing still," Jonathan points out, pulling out the puzzle box he somehow got ahold of again. "As well as this little treasure, although I couldn't save the map from your room, Evy."

"Hey! O'Connell!" comes the hoarse shouting of a whining voice from the other side of the river. "It looks to me like I have all the HOR-SES!" he shouts boastfully.

"Hey Beni!" Rick shouts back. "It looks to me like you're on the wrong side of the RI-VER!" he sasses the man that nearly cost him his life in Hamunaptra against the Tuaregs.

They watch with varying levels of amusement as he realizes the truth of Rick's words, and kicks at the water.

"Now what did the Nile ever do you?" Jonathan mutters to himself. "You're the one who had a head start, aren't you?"

"What are we to do now?" Evy asks, distressed over the loss of all of her belongings.

Rick gestures in a vague direction away from the Nile. "There's supposed to be a local trading market where we can get what we need about five miles away. We can get there just before dawn if we head out now."

"I hope you're right, Rick," she mutters, crossing her arms over her chest to attempt to preserve a little bit of modesty.