Hey everyone, it's been a while! I owe you guys a HUGE apology for the long wait but I have some great news! I FINALLY HAVE A NEW LAPTOP! I got it only in February so now I'm back in business! This chapter took so long because I did not have time or was working on something else. But I'm back now and we can FINALLY catch back up with this gang! Thank you to all of you for your support in my long hiatus, it means a lot to me that you all still support me, even now. This is a shorter chapter but it has a necessary action at the end. I hope that action makes sense…Now, onto the story!

As they reached the ground level, Amelia spoke up again.

"You're quite the popular fellow, Mr. Daley." She commented. "Why don't the two of you just skedaddle?"

"We can't skedaddle. Our friends are being held down there." Larry answered.

"We have to save them and the Tablet from Kahmunrah." Abigail added.

"We got to find another way down." Larry finished as they entered the art gallery only for a snowball to hit the older Daley in the face. Turning, Larry gasped as he saw the painting was alive. "Wow. This is new."

"This is so cool! Literally and metaphorically!" Abigail grinned in awe as she watched the children. Suddenly, they began to run as Larry stepped closer to the painting.

"Hey, it's alright. I don't want to hurt you." Larry assured gently.

"Is this gonna be the cowboys and Romans all over again?" Abigail asked quietly.

"No." Larry insisted.

"I don't think it's you they're afraid of, Mr. Daley." Amelia said suddenly. The father and daughter turned to see the Egyptian soldiers entering, pointing their spears at the three.

Quickly, the three backed up until they were near the famous American Gothic painting. Larry looked from the painting to the Tablet before he switched the Tablet with the pitchfork and began to threaten the soldiers with it.

As this was happening, Abigail began to look for an escape. Her eye caught onto a painting showing a man kissing a woman after World War 2 was her best bet and she tried to jump into it. To her glee, she was in the painting. Turning around, she began to yell at Larry and Amelia to come through, which they did after Amelia threw the pitchfork like a spear and Larry grabbed the Tablet.

"Well, this is one humdinger of a hootenanny." Amelia commented as she looked around.

"Come on!" Abigail said as she grabbed her father's arm and began to drag the two away from the portrait.

The three pushed their way through the crowds when Larry's cell phone rang.

"Wow, four bars in 1945." He commented before he answered. "Hello?"

Abigail could vaguely hear her brother's voice but with the distance she was from her father, she couldn't make out the words he was saying.

"Oh, I'm way past the stairwell, buddy!" Larry said. "Sort of."

"What is that flibberty-widget you are talking to?" Amelia asked as she pointed at the cell phone.

"It's called a cell phone." Abigail answered, "It allows you to talk to people miles away."

"Really?" Amelia asked.

"It's Amelia Earhart." Larry said to the phone.

Suddenly, Amelia and Abigail were dragged into the crowd, away from Larry and away from each other.

"Hey, let me go!" Abigail cried.

"Oh, come on sweetheart, the war's over! Let's celebrate!" The sailor grinned a her. He was a young man around Abigail's age, maybe a little older, and looked genuinely excited, like he truly did just want to dance with her.

"That doesn't mean I'm gonna…" She trailed off as she spotted the soldiers heading towards her. "Sure, let's dance!"

And soon, Abigail was thrown into the heart of the celebration of D-Day and the end of WW2. The dancing was certainly fun but she was always keeping an eye out for those soldiers and making sure she didn't stand out from the crowd too much.

Once they ran past, Finally…, she separated from the young man she was dancing with, thanked him with a smile and ran off to find her father and Amelia.

"Amelia!" Abigail cried as she spotted the pilot.

"Ah, there you are, Ms. Daley." Amelia smiled.

"Call me Abigail, now come on! We have to find my dad!" Abigail said as she grabbed the pilot's wrist and they took off through the crowds.

They found Larry kissing the woman in the center of the painting.

"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Abigail groaned as they finally reached Larry.

"Any time you're done, Mr. Daley." Amelia commented as they walked past him. The night guard pulled away and the three jumped out of the painting.

"Call me!" The woman said eagerly.

"Thank you for that." Larry said, sounding out of breath.

"So you're quite the smooth operator, aren't you, Mr. Daley?" Amelia asked cheekily.

"Not even close." Abigail shook her head.

"Quick!" Larry cried suddenly and in a flash, the two girls turned around and helped him flip the painting so the soldiers couldn't get back out.

"That actually worked." Larry commented, shocked.

"I don't believe it." Abigail shook her head.

"What's next?" Amelia asked with a grin.

"Look, nothing personal, but I'm kind of in the middle of something here that's not really your fight." Larry said as they began to walk.

"It's because I'm a woman, isn't it?" Amelia asked.

"If it was, I wouldn't be here." Abigail stated.

The two started arguing then and Abigail just tuned them out until she heard footsteps. Turning, she gasped as she saw soldiers approaching them.

They must've split up. She thought as she looked from her father and Amelia to the soldiers that would spot them at any second. Only one thing I can do.

Abigail charged the soldiers and yelled over her shoulder,

"Dad, Amelia, run now!"

"Abby!" Larry cried in protest.

"I'll be fine!" Abigail answered as she managed to steal a spear and was blocking the soldiers' attacks as well as keeping them away from the other two. "Go, now!"

"Mr. Daley, we should listen to Abigail." Amelia advised.

"But…" Larry trailed off.

"GO!" Abigail ordered and the two ran.

She did the best she could but the soldiers overpowered her and had her in their grasp in minutes. Luckily, all of them had to go and deliver her to Kahmunrah.

Unfortunately, when they found said evil pharaoh, he was recruiting Ivan the Terrible, Napoleon Bonaparte and Al Capone from the looks of it.

"Oh no…" Abigail whispered as she was pushed to the ground in front of Kahmunrah.

"Well, who do we have here? Larry Daley's daughter." Kahmunrah grinned.

"You'll never win, Kahmunrah. My dad will stop you." Abigail snarled.

"And what makes you so sure of that?" Kahmunrah questioned.

"Easy. He's not the kind of person who will let you win once you've messed with his friends." Abigail grinned.

Before Kahmunrah could reply, his eyes fell to the gold pendent that rested around her neck.

"What is this?" He asked as he bent down and lifted up the pendent, staring at the Eye of Horus. "The Eye of Horus…" He whispered, almost reverently. Then his voice turned mocking. "You? Of all the people in the world in the past 3000 years, my baby brother chose you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Abigail asked, honestly confused.

"That pendent of yours is a family heirloom. It is what the Pharaoh gives to the woman he intends to be his queen." Kahmunrah answered with a laugh. "And my baby brother was foolish enough to pick a weakling such as you."

"I am not weak!" Abigail cried as she tried to stand up only to be restrained.

"Oh dear, I wonder what baby brother and your father would do if they knew what I was going to do." Kahmunrah said.

For the first time that night, Abigail felt a stab of fear in her heart.

Her mind wasn't even focusing on the information she had learned regarding her pendent.

All she worried about was what would happen to her father, and even Ahkmenrah, when Kahmunrah was done with her.