The plan, or lack of, was set. We were going to avoid the possible killer exhibits if possible. If not, we'd find out how good Damaris' sword skills are. We might be in trouble, but the girls need me. I turned to my four-hooved guardian. "Open the door and let's get going."

Damaris gripped a sword and nodded, turning the handle, letting the door open freely, revealing the not empty hallway. However, instead of a former president, in front of the door was…

"Who is that?" I asked, spotting the new arrival. Looking at the figure, it resembled a female suited in armor. The armor itself looked heavy, but she carried it on her body as if it were feather light. "I thought we were the only ones here tonight."

Damaris looked at me, obviously puzzled by my statement. "δεν είμαι σίγουρος τι εννοείς. There is only a suit of armor." She looked at it a bit closer. "Although, this particular armor is from the exhibit of England under the rule of King Arthur. It's said that this was his armor."

"Wait, so you're telling me you don't see the…" I question, pointing.

"The what?"

Well, she must assume I'm crazy now. "Nothing. Maybe I'm just tired and seeing things. Or maybe I'm too stressed out at out our current situation."

"That tends to happen to humans in difficult situations, I'm told."

I shake my head, trying to organize my thoughts. "I'm fine now. I was just seeing things. Let's go rescue the girls from whatever they're running from." Hopefully, my hallucinations don't get worse.

You know what's creepy? Wandering through an exhibit about early pioneers where random sounds are tied to motion sensors. With a centaur who's large enough to trigger them all. I'm the middle of the night. At least my grave won't say I died from dysentery. Just then, I hear recorded child laughter. Wait, we're past that spot, aren't we?

"Damaris, was that from you?"

She shook her head. "Neigh, 'twas not me."

I hear it again. "Seriously, stop horsing around." (Heh, horse jokes)

It was then that we realized that the noises were getting louder, meaning…

"We're not alone here."

A lone pair of eyes watches the duo from afar. The time for revealing the bearer not yet arrived. Patience necessary for goal. Duo aware of presence due to technology. Figure slowly fades into shadow.

We stood still so long that the lights around us shut off from lack of movement. As did all the lights behind us.

Damaris was the first to speak. "I believe whoever, or whatever, was there is gone now. Either that, or motionless."

I moved from her side, causing the lights to resume illuminating the area around us. "Let's be optimistic for now and say it's gone. The last thing I need right now are more distractions." Turning around, I spot something familiar out of the corner of my eye. "Umm…Damaris? Why is that here?" It might have been the waiver in my voice when I said her name, but she turned and followed my pointing finger towards…

"αυτό είναι αδύνατη!" Shock evident in her face and in her posture, one hand the sword at her hip. "That's impossible! That should have been by the guard office!" Her frightened words echoing through the empty exhibit as we stare at the same armor from before. Well, minus the girl. Small miracles, I guess.

"How did it get here?" I wonder aloud, finally getting the chance to examine it closely. "It looks like a plain suit of armor." I touch it carefully, almost like it was rigged to explode upon contact. "Feels normal too." Of course, as the words leave my mouth, the armor starts to warm under my hand and I spot a set of almost transparent eyes peering at me through the helmet visor.

I'd like to pretend my scream was less high pitched than it was when I yanked my hand away and leapt back from the metal figure, but I'm pretty sure some dogs a few miles away heard it and started barking. Damaris could barely hold back a snicker as she patted me on the shoulder.

"There, there. It's okay. The scary armor won't hurt you." She said, almost condescending. All I could do was glare embarrassed in her direction before walking towards where we saw the girls on the security cameras, the sound of hooves following close behind me.

A pair of eyes watches the pair walk away before warily looking at the suspiciously out of place armor. Then a voice begins speaking, as if holding one side of a conversation.

"I've located one of the two you requested, but something's wrong." A pause. "I don't believe we've been told all of the details." A longer pause. "No, but something's not quite right about him. I'll report back when something happens." Quiet once again covers the halls, only broken by the slight clink of metal moving.

I looked around at the statues and models as we passed, Damaris explaining some of the more important ones. It had been quiet for a period of time. Almost too quiet…

"Watch out!" I hear as I'm pushed to the ground, narrowly avoiding an axe aimed for where my head was a moment before. I turn to see the handle still in the hands of George Washington. Great, almost killed by the first president. As he swung the axe again, I ducked. The sound of clashing metal got my attention.

"Damaris!"

She held back the dead man's weapon with her sword, and appeared to be struggling. "Just go! Find the girls! I'll hold this one back!" She yelled back towards me. I didn't need to be told twice. Sorry, Damaris. I ran down into the darkness of the unknown.

Next thing I knew, I was in the scientific age of history. Wow, this museum has no sense of linear time. Before I could have any other thoughts criticizing the building, the lights flickered again. "What now?" I ponder aloud. Which wasn't my best idea, as it made me a target for the bolt of visible electricity that raced past me. Turning around to see what new danger I was facing, my face paled.

Standing a few feet away was the model of Nikola Tesla. Who was surrounded by the same lightning that almost hit me. Great, Telsa's a wizard now. Only one thing to do.

I ran.

AN: Sorry for the wait. I have so much I want to do, but it's all coming along finally. This chapter was longer than the last ones, so that's at least a reason for it to be slightly late.

Anyway, enjoy.