The marble table Jedediah curled up upon was cold, and he shivered as he regained conscious sleep. Outside, the sun was setting, and the sound of Larry's car motor could be heard as he parked in the staff parking spaces which had been specially installed in the back of the building due to the complaints of Dr. McPhee, who found it tedious to take the cab to and from work everyday. The front door to the museum silently swung open, and the night guard's footsteps echoed around the hall. The door to the small office room creaked open, and the light from a small bulb in the all mighty torch streamed in, lighting up the table. Upon seeing both miniatures in a peaceful slumber, the night guard smiled, and quietly closed the door behind him, preparing for his nightly rounds. He turned the corner, and disappeared into the Egyptian wing, just as the top tumbled off the sarcophagus.

"Morning, Ahk," Larry said, waving a greeting.

"Good evening, Larry," Ahkmenrah replied, jumping down from his resting place. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah, actually. There's been some problems with the miniatures."

The pharaoh frowned, obviously remembering the last time he'd helped the two. "What….what problem do they have?"

"Well, okay. Do you remember the Romans from a few months ago?" Larry asked.

"Yes….with Emperor Nero, correct?"

"Yeah. And The Kid?"

"The cowboy I banished into the abyss?"

"Yeah. That one. Well, there was another Roman, a bit more…..evil, I guess you could say. He escaped."

Ahkmenrah frowned. "That's not good, is it?"

"No, it's not. Well, that cowboy you banished a while ago had some little friends who aren't too thrilled with his demise."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Now they've paired up with this Roman, Crassus, and have somehow gotten the Mayans on their side."

"The Mayans!?" Ahkmenrah asked, a surprised look on his face. "But, but, the Mayans NEVER make peace! They never had, and never will!"

"Well, they did, but not in the way I'd hoped."

"So what can I do to help?"

Larry sighed, and took out his iPhone. He pulled up a picture of a Mayan priest holding a cup, and showed it to the pharaoh. "Do you know anything about the 'liquid fire?'"

Ahkmenrah narrowed his eyes, and made a little Egyptian gesture against evil. "It is called 'Bottled Fire,' and is very potent stuff."

"Oh. Lucius told me it was 'Liquid Fire.'

The pharaoh sighed. "As much as I love our Roman friends, they can be slightly hollow headed when it comes to Egyptian culture."

"What do you by that?" Larry asked, confused.

"Well, the Romans eventually conquered Egypt, thanks to our weak Queen Cleopatra. I tell you! Falling for Antonius! The scoundral! But, I suppose I must thank the Romans, the ones who fought under Octavius. Though he took control of my home, he saved it from a horrible fate, though we could no longer call ourselves Egyptians."

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Octavius did that? I thought it was...oh, what's his name, Augustus?"

"They are the same person. Only, he is not called Augustus until he becomes Emperor."

"Wait….emperor? I thought he was a general?"

"He is. Larry, you are forgetting that each of us are frozen in a certain point of our lives. When our Octavius was made, he was made in the fashion of a general, though he became an emperor. He does not know this, of course, for it could cause a rift in the Tablet's magic. He had no idea of his real self's future, just his past. Jedediah, on the other hand, was made in his older life, for before he had been an avid tracker and mountain man. Teddy, he was made in his first term as president. Me, I would have become a great king, but i did not, so I am myself. There are some things, Larry, some things we do not, and cannot know. The Tablet has many secrets that even I do not know about. So we must be careful. But, yes, Octavius did conquer Egypt. He does not know, though, that he fully won Egypt. He was made too early in his time line."

"I….see….wow, how do you know all this stuff?"

"Google. The museum has brilliant reception. And your laptop works wonders."

"My laptop?" Larry asked, a little surprised. "Wait, you know how to use a laptop?"

"Now, what is it you need to know about 'Bottled Fire?'" Ahkmenrah asked, waiting patiently for the night guard to speak, though a little agitated at the subject.

"Well, first, what exactly IS it?"

The Egyptian sighed, and spoke. "'Bottled Fire,' was invented by us Egyptians back in my time. It….we used it to torture prisoners of war, and to silence criminals."

Larry looked a little shocked, now forgetting his image of a peaceful, friendly civilization.

"It has very ill effects. For example, a man accused of stealing an oxen was forced to drink it. He suffered for a few days, and then appeared to be well again. A week or so later, he was found dead on the floor of his home. A sad fate, if you ask me, but it was not my choice, this man's fate."

Now, Larry had a look of horror on his face, and felt fear slowly building up. His palms began to sweat, and he licked his lips a few times. "Ahk….Ahkmenrah….."

"Yes? What is it?" Ahkmenrah asked worriedly.

"Oc….Octavius…."

"What about Octavius?"

"He….he drank it…."

Ahkmenrah froze. He stared at the night guard in disbelief, his eyes widened with terror. He just stood there, unmoving, unsure of what to say or do. "He….he drank...the fire…?" He asked shakily, his voice a solemn, shaky whisper.

"Unfortunately, yeah. That's why I came. Do you know of any way to cure it?"

"No I….I don't. Larry, do you know what this means?"

"No, I mean, I don't….I don't think so…."

"Larry, this is very, very bad….."

Larry frowned. "So what do I do?"

"O….Okay, um, first, you can't panic, um, then, then, um, okay…..we need Sacagawea!"

The young Indian woman sat on Rexy's podium, Dexter sitting in her lap, and enjoying a rather warm petting. He chattered excitedly, showing his teeth in a little monkey smile. Sacagawea smiled back, and she scratched the little monkey's chin. Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps filled the room, and Dexter ducked behind her. She stood slowly, expecting to see some sort of animal in need of a little love. Instead, she was greeted with the sight of Ahkmenrah running full speed, his golden cape flying behind him, and Larry, sliding slightly on the floor due to his slick bottomed boots.

"Hey Sacagawea!" He yelled, skidding to halt beside Ahkmenrah.

"Yes? What is it?" The young woman asked, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

:We need some help." The pharaoh said, panting. "Octavius has been poisoned."

Sacagawea gasped slightly, and her hand clasped over her mouth. "What can I do to help," She asked, after the general shock had subsided.

"We need to ask you a few questions about it…..and also find a cure."

With a curt nod, the young Indian led the men back to her exhibit. When they got there, Lewis and Clark were in a very heated debate about moose, and paid the three no mind as they entered. Sacagawea quickly led them into her shelter, and they all sat around a crackling fire.

"Okay. Sacagawea," Ahkmenrah began, staring the woman in her eyes. "Do you know anything about 'Bottled Fire?'"

Sacagawea looked confused for a moment, and shook her head. "I do not know of any 'Bottled Fire,' but I do know of the 'Great Fire.'"

Larry leaned forwards apprehensively. "What is it? Is it a liquid?"

"Yes, it is. It is a very dangerous substance, used by many cultures in the past."

"What is it made out of?" Larry questioned.

"I honestly do not know. I believe it is made out of some sort of herb, though I am unsure of which plant it is."

Ahkmenrah sighed, and rubbed his face agitatedly. "Great. Okay, do you know of a cure?"

"Only the strength of the one fighting it can keep it at bay," Sacagawea explained. Then, upon seeing the worried faces of the men, offered them reassurance. "Do not fear, Larry," She said with a gentle smile. "He is strong. He will make it."

"But what he doesn't? What if we lose him?" Larry said, panic taking him.

"Larry, with a friend like Jedediah, he is bound to make it."

"I hope you're right. I can't stand another loss."