(Lara pokes through the mansion vault while waiting for Sam to get ready to go to the airport. Set between Scars and What Binds The Soul.)

I don't know why I'm in the study right now. Everything is packed and I'm really just waiting for Sam to finish something before we drive to the airport. Maybe I'm a little worried. Hidden in that vault are some incredibly powerful artifacts. I'd hate to think of what could happen with them in the wrong hands. The skulls, and the statue from Egypt. God only knows what else I might find. I may have to invest in a better place to keep such things. They certainly wouldn't be safe in a museum.

I pass my old watch. Five-forty-three and thirty-seven seconds. The exact instant the Endurance went down. I press my fingers to it, then turn the dials on the heavy door. The vault is actually an entirely new room. There are no windows in here, and neither my father nor I keep a clock inside. There are things he collected, half of which I don't fully understand the significance of. I keep the artifacts from Costa Rica, Peru and Thinis separate from each other, mostly out of paranoia. I feel the eyes of the skulls watching me as I look around at the eclectic collection of items from around the world.

My father used to talk about lost cities and hidden civilizations. Supernatural events. Ghosts and demons and all those things that made him a laughing stock in his field. Not for the first time since Yamatai I wish he was alive. I owe him an apology. And a good yelling at. I don't think he ever mentioned that he'd looked for Yamatai too. I had to find that out from an old compatriot of his and I still don't know if I'm more angry at him, or at myself.

Inside a drawer are some of the things I'd found as a child. Of course I keep my first find with me at all times, but there are others. When I was ten I found a figurine in Malta. It depicts a winged woman, holding a circular object. Carved into her wings are symbols from several languages. My father had said it was a very important find but I mostly tuned him out. For years I dismissed his stories as being full of shit.

As I hold that figurine, I can feel the energy in the vault shift. I look down at the woman, then look over at the red skull. "They don't like you. My father told me a story once. That you were the high priestess. He said that you looked into the abyss, and the abyss looked back. I thought he was full of it, but now I wonder. What did you see?"

"Lara!" Sam pokes her head into the vault. "There you are! We're gonna miss our flight! Everything is in the car and we're just waiting on you." She spotted the winged woman in my hand and let out a frustrated noise. "We're going on our honeymoon and you're playing with thousand year old artifacts. You can't live and breathe this stuff. They'll be fine while we're gone. Promise."

I put the woman back in her drawer, and close it. "You're probably right. But I'm allowed to worry. Soraya has us on speed dial..."

Sam rolls her eyes and puts her arms around me. "If she finds something we'll put our honeymoon on hold. So what were you looking at? Something to do with the skulls?"

"A figurine I found when I was a child. I don't know if it's related, yet."

"Little Lara Croft, digging in the dirt." Sam laughs as she leads me back into the study. "I'll bet you were adorable."

Closing the door and locking it, I turn and give her a kiss on the forehead. "I'm sure I was..."

"Lara."

"Yes Sam?"

"...Nevermind. You're going to be thinking about that stuff the whole ride to the airport. Why don't you tell me what's up with that statue?"

I put my arm around her as we make our way towards the garage. "Well, my father-"

"Wait." Sam digs around in her purse and pulls out her phone. She brings up the camera and points it at me. "Okay. Go."

Rolling my eyes, I continue. "My father claimed it was from Atlantis..."