Anya and Alex ran to where the scream had come from - the front door. Upon arriving Anya almost laughed out loud.

Evy was standing with the door wide open, screaming, while Imhotep stood outside, trying to figure out how a doorbell worked. It seemed he had wanted to be polite, but as soon as he bumped into the small button that made noise, he forgot everything about Evy and Anck.

Rick rushed to the door also, carrying a gun.

"What is he doing?" Rick whispered to Evy.

For fifteen minutes they watched Imhotep press the little button over and over again, until it ran out of batteries. Only then did he look up and acknowlage their presense. Anya giggled.

"Nefertiri." He said, "I have come for Anck-su-namun."

Evy, being maturnal, said, "No."

Rick loaded his gun. "Dad, please. Don't." Anya said.

"I don't mean to harm you." Imhotep said.

"He means it Mu- Evy. Please. We're through being evil."

Evy glared at Imhotep.

"Nefertiri, please." He said.

Alex stepped out of the door. "Do you remember me?" He said in Ancient Egyptian.

Imhotep looked Alex up and down. "The boy... who wore the bracelet... that was you, wasn't it?"

"His name is Alex, love." Anya said, "He's my brother."

"He is? Oh, yes. You told me O'Connell was your father..." He looked at Rick, who was the only one in the group who didn't speak Ancient Egyptian.

Anya looked at Evy. "Evelyn, can we talk this over? Like the whole thing? Inside?"

"What? You mean have that evil... *creature* in my house? Absolutly not."

"I love him! I died for him!"

"Then left him when he needed you most."

Anya's eyes welled up with tears. "Mum, please." She whispered.

"Alright! Fine! Mr. Imhotep, would like to come inside?" That sounded very strange.

Imhotep looked at Anya, who nodded. "Yes, please." Imhotep said and put his arm around Anya as they walked through the hall into the living room.

After they were all seated in chairs, Evy went to go make some tea in one of their (remaining) teapots.

"So," Alex began, "What's it like being dead?"

"I would not know." Imhotep shot back.

"But..."

"Alex, Imhotep was condemed to the Hom Dai. He's been the undead since they did that to him. He's never been really, truelly dead. It's just a matter of whether he can move or not."

"Oh." Alex said, looking embaressed.

Evy entered, carrying a teapot and cups. She placed it on the table and poured everyone cups of tea then passed them out. Imhotep looked at his funny and tried touching the hot porcelain, which resulted in a burn, a scream, and a mess.

After Imhotep's tea disaster had been cleaned up, they began to talk about why he had come here.

"So you want to take Anya and move to Hamunaptra?" Evy stated.

"Yes."

"A few problems. What would *she* eat and don't most people need human contact?"

Imhotep smirked naughtily. "I'll give her all the contact she needs."

Evy gasped, Anya blushed, and Alex said, "She meant other people to talk to and stuff."

"Well, what would *you* suggest then, bracelet boy?"

"I say rent a small apartment and get a job."

"Rent? Apartment?"

"A small house, love." Anya said.

"Oh. Would the MedJai be keeping a close watch?"

"Only if you use your powers or threaten someone." Alex said.

"We've given up on the 'evil' routine. It just doesn't work for us, and most of the time it's because of

you guys!" He glared at Rick, who had no idea what he was saying, then Imhotep said, "But let's forget that. Friends?"

He held out his hand to Rick. He had seen other people do it when meeting one another and thought it looked friendly enough. Anya translated for Rick, who nervously shook the mummy's hand.

"Next thing we have to work on is this language barrier..."