Hey guys! Here's chapter 12 hope you like it.

Also, thanks to KBerry for helping me with this

Rani arrived at the London natural history museum at 1:00 in the afternoon, trying so hard to look inconspicuous that she feared she looked even more noticeable. The recent, stressful events and confusing secrets that even she didn't understand had left her looking rough, and so before she had left for the museum she had feverishly brushed at her tangled hair until it was black and glossy again, and applied more make up than she usually would have so she looked at least moderately presentable.

It was a drizzly Sunday afternoon, so the museum was packed full of people looking for something to entertain themselves with and Rani didn't have to worry about looking out of place. Still, she found herself anxiously checking her reflection in glass cases every so often, looking for…what? She felt like a monster inside for doing this, she was half expecting to appear that way on the outside.

The museum closed at 5 o'clock that day-all she would have to do then was find a place to hide, the make her move. Until then, she had a long, gut-churning wait. To distract herself she wandered around the museum, finding she was enjoying herself as well as sussing out possible escape routes.

Then, when she was in the Egyptian section, she began to feel a strange prickling feeling all over her body and strange, dreamlike feeling. It was like déjà vu, only stronger…more real.

The room was filled with the ancient, crumbling tombs of decaying, long dead pharaohs, and the walls were scattered with brown faded hieroglyphics as well as a number of gold-rimmed signs explaining the exhibits.

She felt a spark of curiosity as she noticed a group of people jostling each other around what looked like hieroglyphics, and had just taken a step towards them when a message was put over the intercom saying the museum would be closing in ten minutes. The crowd started to disperse, and she pretended to be absorbed in a display about canopic jars until the room was empty. Once the room was still and silent, Rani decided to take a closer look, her feelings of déjà vu heightening to the point of eeriness now she was alone.

When she saw what the group had been looking at it sent chills down her spine, and made her went to scream until there was no air left in her lungs. But she couldn't move, frozen with shock, fear, and a terrible feeling that it couldn't be a coincidence.

In the display case there was a block of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. However, in the centre of the hieroglyphs there was a picture. A picture of a girl with long dark hair… who happened to look exactly like Rani herself.

Fighting to keep herself from trembling, she forced herself to look closer until her face was right up against the glass. The picture was an impossibly exact copy of Rani wearing a short, sexy black halter neck dress and a gold Egyptian headdress. However, her dark hair was longer and hung down on to her chest, and her brown eyes were arched with thick black mascara and heavy eyeliner that made her eyes seem almost catlike. Her lips were two thick scarlet lines. She lounged on a glittering gold sofa and was looking forwards, her head tilted up slightly with regal posture. The girl in this picture looked older and more refined, but still looked like a creepy, dead ringer for Rani.

A delayed, strangled gasp escaped Rani and she stumbled backwards, this too much on top of everything else.

How was this possible? She had never even been to Egypt, let alone Ancient Egypt!

She tried to calm down, telling herself over and over that it couldn't be her, it was just a similar girl. She was being silly, it was impossible. She managed to convince herself enough to have the confidence to head to the Women's Toilet's to hide in preparation for the plan.

But she still refused to let her eyes wander to the picture.

In the time it took for the general public to vacate the building, Rani would wait for the mysterious voice to contact her.

"That is completely bonkers!" she thought as she headed to the toilets while trying to avoid as many people as possible on the way there, her heart hammering against her chest as she pushed open the toilet door and slipped inside.

Meanwhile, three people were walking into the empty Egyptian section where Rani had been only moments before.

"This is hopeless! We're never going to find her," the voice of Clyde Langer moaned, especially unhappy after being forced to climb up and down countless flights of stairs in the search for Rani. "It's like trying to find a pin in a needle stack! Like finding a needle in a hay stack, only about fifty-times more painful!"

"She's definitely here," Sarah-Jane persisted. "Mr Smith saw her on the security cameras."

"Sadly, people tend to move around," Clyde said bitterly, then added as he looked at a mouldering mummy in an open tomb, "Only I hope that one doesn't."

"What are we going do then, mum?" Luke asked, looking anxious.

"We'll just have to stay here and wait." Sarah Jane smirked, and turned to face the two boys. "We'll find her. Just wait."

Let me know if you want to hear more from Rani or Sarah Jane and the gang and I'll write it XD