Felix half expected Bridgette to walk into the light of the lit chamber, but an old man in a thick blue robe would have to do. He stepped out of the tunnel behind Victor and Benjamin, a shaven head and thick black beard sticking out from his hood.

He's wearing a hood in a tunnel to hide his face. From who, dust bunnies?

He began to yell at them in Egyptian. "I'll translate," Tikki offered as she listened intently to him, "he's calling you intruders and asking why Plagg and I are here and not with the others. Wait, the others?"

"Hold on, Master Ankhhaf," Plagg flew over in front of his face, "chill out."

"Uh, Plagg," Adrien politely pointed out, "I may not be a history buff, but I'm pretty sure they don't use the word "chill" in this era."

Ankhhaf looked from face to face, then back to Plagg and Tikki. He spoke to them for a moment before giving Tikki time to translate. "He wants to know how you got in here and where you've come from. He also wants Plagg and me to go back with the others, but I don't know where that is. It's been so long since we've been down here."

To everyone's surprise Plagg began to chat with Ankhhaf in Egyptian, and apparently he was quite fluent from the old man's softening expression. "Plagg," Adrien had to ask, "What are you saying to him?"

"I'm doing my best to explain that we're a Tikki and Plagg from the future and got lost here looking for the Lost One-er, Damma. He seems to be taking it for truth."

Once the Kwami was done explaining everything that had happened to them and flew back to Adrien's side, the group let Ankhhaf register what he'd heard. Felix had to give the man credit, because he didn't run away screaming for help or trying to use some sort of ancient magic to curse them. Instead he focused in on Ben's sprained ankle. He pointed to the table as Tikki shrugged. "He wants you to sit on the table."

Ben hopped with his good foot up onto the edge of the table. Ankhhaf crouched and placed both hands around his ankle and chanted, and in a moment Ben grinned. No pain, he signed enthusiastically, he's a healer.

Tikki thanked him in Egyptian before listening to Ankhhaf speak some more. "He says that he doesn't completely understand, but he can sense that we're the real Kwami, so he's going to help us."

Ben stepped onto both feet and signed "thank you" to him. Ankhhaf smiled. Even if he didn't understand, Felix was glad the man was willing to help, because they were going to need it. "Plagg, ask where the others are."

"No need," he pointed behind him, "here they come."

Seven Kwami flew into the light, two of which were Tikki and Plagg's past counterparts. The Quantic and present Tikki and Plagg hovered over the box of miraculous as all eyes met. They began to natter on in Egyptian.

Of course they wouldn't know our language yet, Felix sighed, because it hasn't been invented yet. I'm afraid to think what would happen here if we didn't have translators.

"How exciting," Tikki giggled, "I've just told myself that we're here from the future and are looking for a friend, and they want to help!" She flew over to a small purple butterfly and orange fox-like Kwami and gave them each a big hug. "I miss you guys so much."

Felix glanced at Marinette, who mouthed "HawkMoth" to him.

The butterfly is with HawkMoth right now, a victim of his own greed. And the others have yet to find partners, he deduced, so Tikki and Plagg have been without their old friend for a while now. No wonder they're so excited.

"Our friend came down here," Lyra told them, "a young girl with a long braid. Did any of the Kwami notice a stranger walking around the tunnels, Plagg?"

Plagg asked and got an answer from the bee Kwami. "She remembers hearing something through the tunnels. She wants to lead us, but apparently Master Ankhhaf has something to show us first."

Master Ankhhaf spoke to the Kwami. "No way," Tikki gasped, "now I remember! There's another entrance into the tunnels! He wonders if others like us could have found their way in through it."

"Larisse and the Mythic," Victor nodded, "let's have a look, then." They followed the old man down one of the other tunnels, the Kwami and Quantic floating around him in a cluster of chatter.

"Plagg," Felix asked, "can Ankhhaf tell us anything more about Damma?"

Plagg spoke to the man for a moment. "Okay, guys, here's the lowdown: A group of magicians across the globe, including Master Ankhhaf, came to an agreement not too long ago from this era."

Adrien tilted his head. "That's some good cellphone reception for the past."

"They communicated via crystal balls, duh."

"...Cool."

"Egypt, Japan, China, Greece – every corner of the world has a member of their small group. The miraculous were created using the strongest of magic and placed inside the charms. It was agreed that families would be made for each miraculous, so that they were kept together. Then we came to be."

"Further explanation, please."

Tikki took up the explanation. "Kwami are born from ideals, like the first creation birthing Tikki and the first thing destroyed birthing Plagg. As the miraculous were created, we were bound to each miraculous to help heroes across history defeat evil. However, there was the third Kwami, born after creation and destruction, that…well, didn't work."

"Damma," Plagg shivered, "the Kwami of magic."

"So," Marinette said, "when he became sentient he didn't have good intentions."

"They tried to contain him, but he fled from Greece with his miraculous and destroyed it so no one could control him. Master Ankhhaf is afraid that if he's come back, he's going to try and meet up with is past self."

Mass chaos to ensue.

"It's just up ahead," Tikki told them as they neared another small chamber, "think we'll find the others?"

"That," Adrien shivered, "or Damma, waiting for us."

…Happy thoughts.