A chill slithered through the warm night air. All color drained from Cleopatra's face. The Pharaoh's stony expression turned dour. He commanded Ahmose in a stern whisper, "Have soldiers out searching for her and guarding all entrances to the palace. We are going to handle this swiftly and silently. Alert no one."

Ahmose bowed, and the two hurried away. Cleo stood still, fisting the fabric of her chiton, eyes tense in terror as she shook.

She exhaled and fixed stoic eyes on Izzy. "Priestess. Come with me." And without another word, she left, not even looking behind to see if Izzy was following her or not.

What did she want with Izzy, Joe wondered. Maybe protection? But she didn't know Izzy's capabilities. Besides, Cleo had ancient Egyptian Dolph Lundgren as a personal bodyguard. Maybe she wanted company while getting some fresh air, but why not bring one of the girls? She'd known them longer.

Izzy stood, her gaze on Cleopatra's retreating form. "I should go after her."

"Is that really the safest idea?" Sam asked.

"It's not like I can refuse an order. She outranks me."

Sam pinched his nose in disbelief. "She's… You're not a real… you've been around Fred too long!"

Freddi pitched in, "I think she means is it's better to go and not upset Cleopatra."

"Go ahead," Joe assured Izzy. "We'll catch up with you two soon."

Izzy nodded and jogged after Cleopatra. Once both girls disappeared into the crowd, Fred stood and brushed crumbs off his robes. "Well, this has been great, but it's time for us to leave."

"I'd love to, really," Jodie said. "There's just one thing. The Book is still broken!"

"You guys were the ones who insisted we stay despite The Book being out of order!" Sam said. "Now we're stuck in the past with a crazed killer on the loose! Where's that grape juice?"

Samantha snorted, but there was a twinge of nervousness. "Berenice wasn't exactly Elizabeth Báthory."

Joe stood. "We should trail them to be safe."

The others agreed, and with that, they headed out to find Izzy and the princess.

Berenice was no fool.

She'd been quick to eliminate the obstacles in the way of her coveted position as ruler. She'd dealt with those who posed a threat to her throne Berenice had won this war and nothing was to get in the way of her luxurious station in life.

And yet… something had. That "something" being a Roman invasion, lead by her pestiferous father. In rapid succession, Berenice lost everything: her power, her throne, her affluence, her dignity. All but her life, which was due to be taken from her as well if not for the mysterious strange man escorting her through the night.

She trudged behind the man past the countryside. The glow of his cane lit a green path for them to follow. Her feet ached more than they ever had, her bones throbbed in the cold, and her throat burned from thirst. Despite this, Berenice hadn't complained, not once, even though she had every right to. She'd learned quickly to not irritate the stranger.

He was… off. Off and choleric. The smallest thing could fly him into a fit of rage, going into diatribes about things she didn't understand. It was clear that this man was mad, and Berenice wasn't about to upset him. She didn't know if she could trust him, but she understood he was powerful.

So she followed. Through clouds of dust, confusion, and mosquitos, she followed.

After what felt like hours, they settled in an empty hovel in the middle of nowhere. Not only was it devoid of residents, but of furnishing. Sand and beetles acted as their company.

"Sit," the man commanded.

"On the dirt?" Berenice asked.

This innocent question did not please the man. He glared, and the glow on his cane flared, and he shot green lightning at her. She flinched and shut her eyes, expecting to be destroyed instantly, but no harm befell her.

"Is that better, you spoilt Ptolemaic wench?"

She opened her eyes and looked where the spot the man motioned towards. At the place where his magic struck, there was now a simple table with two chairs.

Berenice stared. She knew he had magic. Powerful magic. The kind she'd only ever heard about in stories and drunken retellings. That's how he was able to bypass the soldiers guarding her and set her free. Still, it was incredible to behold.

The man stomped his foot like an impatient child. "Go ahead and sit! We don't have all night."

She did as she was told. He sat across from her, and stuck his cane into the ground, the unusual adornment acting as their candlelight.

The green glow illuminated every crease and frown line across his face. He had dark, unruly hair atop his head, above his mouth, and on his chin. A crystal disc hovered in front of one eye. His skin— and attitude— reminded her of the sands of Deshret: golden red and hostile.

Berenice fidgeted with the golden Wadjet amulet around her neck, the one thing those savages didn't take from her. Perhaps they thought there was no need to take it when it would fall from her neck soon enough. Or maybe her father thought it would be funny to let her keep her jewelry while she was due for execution, a horrible reminder of what she'd lost in his victory.

After an eternity, the man spoke. "I bet you're wondering why I freed you."

"The question had crossed my mind," Berenice admitted.

"You have something I want, and I possess the abilities to give you what you want."

"You presume to know what I want?"

"Of course, you imbecile. You want the throne. Revenge. Complete impunity. Blah, blah, blah! I will destroy the Pharaoh and all others who stand in your way. And in return, I want your amulet, the Eye of Horus."

"My amulet?" she asked. That's all? "You could've taken it without struggle. Why go through the trouble of freeing me?"

"The Eye of Horus is a symbol of protection. For my purposes, it can't be simply stolen, it must be given willfully."

"But why my amulet? Surely you could get it elsewhere or even make your own—"

"My motives are none of your beeswax!" he said with a sniff. "Anyway, it won't impact your mission."

"My mission?"

"Of course! Do you expect to get your throne back with no work you lazy Prinzessin? No, I need for you to do this one thing for me."

She nodded hesitantly. He was hiding something from her, that much was obvious. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was the throne, and disposing of her bastard of a father. The thought of revenge was pure honey cake to her.

"In the palace, there is a group of kids with your sister, seven in total: three boys. four girls. I need you to capture a girl for me and bring her here."

"Why can't you—"

"Because I can't! I didn't free you from your pathetic fate to ask me idiotic questions. I freed you to kidnap a teenage girl for me!"

"All right! All right! My apologies. Which girl do you want me to bring to you?"

"The one with the silly pigtails."

"Pigs' tails? You need her to make you a healing potion?"

A beleaguered sigh from the man. "It's her hair! Her name is Isadora. She has brown skin, brown hair, green eyes! Get the picture? Should I have prepared an elaborate trifold poster? Brought a projector to show you a PowerPoint presentation? Just bring me the girl."

Another snap of his fingers and a cup full of clear liquid appeared.

"Hurry up and drink!" the man demanded. "You're useless to me dehydrated. We need to iron out the details."

Berenice sipped her water as he explained the plan. Once he finished, he snapped his fingers once more. In a flash of green, two wooden trinkets appeared in his hands: One shaped like a crocodile and the other shaped like a smaller version of the ornament on his cane.

"This," he handed her the crocodile, "will help you out of any trouble you run into. And this," he gave her the other item. "Will transport you back to me once you have the girl."

Berenice looked over the items. They felt as real and smooth as they looked.

"You... truly have this power?" she asked, mostly to herself.

His creeping smile was as dry as the desert and his eyes just as unforgiving. "You haven't the faintest idea."

Izzy hadn't seen her day going like this at all. She planned on seeing a movie and hanging out with friends. Maybe she'd even get a little risque and drain ten dollars at the crane game to win a cute plush she didn't need.

Now she was pretending to be a priestess comforting a princess. Not just any run-of-the-mill princess, but Cleopatra. The Cleopatra. The beautiful, smart, charming last Pharaoh of Egypt.

Izzy's parents would read her stories about Cleopatra, and she was as captivating as described. She had an aura of zeal around her that drew you to her and made her fascinating. She was genuinely excited to meet new people and show them the country she loved. Her energy was contagious and Izzy couldn't help but feel what she felt.

And then there were her looks. There was a lot of speculation about whether or not Cleopatra was the drop-dead gorgeous beauty of legend, and Izzy always found that super boring. Cleopatra accomplished so much in her lifetime, it was annoying when people downgraded her to a mindless, evil sex-ductress.

Still, Izzy appreciated Cleopatra's offbeat beauty. Her tall proud nose, which looked a bit like Joe's, reminded her of a Greek statue. Her smile was always confident, her eyes sparkled, never wavering.

All this to say it was no wonder Izzy felt as nervous as she did as she silently followed the princess through echoing palace and looming pillars into a garden of flowers and trees.

The night buzzed with fireflies, the din of the party as soft as white noise. A light breeze rustled through the palm fronds and carried air that smelled faintly of flowers and smoke.

Cleopatra sat at a pond, her eyes cast down at the catfish darting about. Izzy followed suit, unsure of how to break the silence. She didn't know if Cleopatra wanted to talk, but Izzy would be here if she decided to do so.

After a moment, Cleo said in a shaky voice, "I am… afraid, priestess. Irrationally, I admit, but I fear for my life. I fear for my father. If there's a chance to regain her position, I know Berenice will jump at it. She is ruthless."

"It's okay to be afraid. Don't be too hard on yourself for feeling your feelings."

Cleopatra looked at her in… surprise? Confusion? Izzy didn't know how to place her reaction, but she continued. "You have your father, his soldiers, and us. We won't let anything bad happen to you. So don't worry."

A sigh from Cleo. "Thank you for the reassurance, priestess. I pray that my father's men find her soon, and we can move forward with the execution."

Izzy winced. "I know she's awful and all, but she's still your sister. Don't you feel bad about… y'know?"

"My sister a threat," Cleopatra said. "To allow a threat to linger is to allow your downfall."

"But execution..." Izzy shook her head. "It just doesn't feel right—"

"You clearly have no idea what Berenice is capable of!"

Izzy jumped at her sudden outburst, mouth agape, unable to respond. Not that Cleopatra gave her much of a chance to anyway.

"You have no idea what she's done to her family, my family. To Egypt! Berenice is foolish and lazy and... selfish! She was a horrendous queen and cared nothing for the responsibility of ruling a nation."

Tears brimmed in her eyes and threatened to spill down her reddening cheeks as she ranted. Her fist balled as if she was ready to clock the next person who questioned her.

"Egypt is weakened. We need allies. That is why I've been especially kind to your King Fred. After my father hands the crown over to me, I will have the weight of Egypt on my shoulders. I will have to undo all the centuries of damage that my ancestors caused neglecting my country. If Berenice must be executed to save my Egypt, then so be it!"

Cleopatra panted as she finished her speech. A shiver ran through her.

Izzy averted her eyes back to the pond. She hadn't meant to upset her, but she couldn't help but speak her mind.

She couldn't blame Cleopatra for reacting this way. Berenice killed her own mother and had her husband murdered. If she were to overthrow the Pharaoh again, she'd no doubt have Cleopatra and her father killed. That's a lot to put on any fourteen-year-old.

Izzy wasn't ignorant of who Cleopatra would become. She did many amazing things during her rule, but there was also a lot of ugly stuff. Cleopatra would do to her siblings what Berenice did before her. It was easy to overlook that stuff when she was just a historical figure, a character in a book, a role in a film. But now, having gotten to know Cleopatra today, it was harder to reconcile the actions with the person.

Joe and Anna's spat was so much easier to deal with compared to this. The Ptolemy dynasty was full of corruption and betrayal. They valued power over family. Cleopatra grew up seeing all this familial betrayal, so it's normal to her. It was what she had to do. It was harsh and difficult, but necessary for her. Izzy didn't agree, but this was above what she could handle.

Cleopatra sighed and wiped away tears. "My apologies, priestess. I should not have lost my temper at you like that—"

"Spiders and flies!"

Cleopatra looked at her liked she grew a third eye on her chin.

Oh. She should probably explain what the heck she was talking about so she didn't look like a loon. "Spiders and flies. A spider's life appears crazy to a fly. They stay in one spot instead of hunting for food, devouring every fly that falls into their web. But that's just the spider's way. It seems monstrous and disgusting, but that's just the spider surviving."

Cleo gave her a strange look, like the third eye had sprouted wings.

Izzy rubbed the back of her head. "What I mean is, we're from different worlds. I can't convince you to see things the way I do."

The princess grimaced. "And you say this by likening me a spider, priestess? Perhaps you have confused me with Arachne instead of Aphrodite?"

"I-I— That's now what I meant!" In hindsight, that wasn't the most flattering comparison. Maybe she should have thought of cuter animals, like bunnies and foxes. No, wait… that's way more gruesome...

But to Izzy's shock, Cleopatra giggled. "You are most unusual, priestess. I appreciate you letting voice my discontent. I feel a bit better now."

Her smile made Izzy's cheeks warm. "T-to be honest I'm not sure I did much, but I'm glad you feel better."

Cleo eyed Izzy with a curious look. "Are you perhaps the fly in this scenario? Buzzing around aimlessly until trapped in your demise by your own thoughtlessness?"

Izzy frowned and thought about it. "I… really really hope not."

Cleopatra laughed again and Izzy couldn't help but grin.

A rustling behind them made Izzy whirl around. Her friends stumbled upon the garden, frozen like statues that got caught moving. Izzy waved them over to join them at the pond. "How'd you guys find us so fast?"

"We weren't stalking you!" Freddi squeaked in a way that made Izzy think they might have been stalking them.

Joe looked from Izzy to the laughing Cleopatra in confusion. "What did you do? Arrest Berenice yourself already?"

"Ah! My guest!" Cleo stood and clasped her hands. "My apologies for keeping you waiting. Let's return to the party shall we?"

After the party wound down, the eight of them decided to retire back in the rooms. Cleopatra insisted on spending the night with them. The Pharaoh wasn't too thrilled with this, but eventually, he gave in with the caveat that Ahmose and another soldier stand guard outside the rooms. As if Joe and the others planned on kidnapping her or something.

A small hallway separated the bedrooms by gender. Joe expected Izzy to be nervous to bunk with strangers, but she didn't seem too bothered, which was a relief. In fact, she and Cleopatra were pretty attached to each other. Cleo hooked arms with Izzy and practically dragged her around everywhere, not that Izzy seemed to mind.

The boys' room was more extravagant than their usual time warp related accommodations. A great window overlooked the dark glittering waters of the great bay, allowing the moon as well as candlelight to illuminate their sleeping quarters. A tray of plums, grapes, palm nuts, and figs, and a pitcher of water sat in the center of the room. Brightly painted geometric shapes and pictures of Greek heroes and gods decorated the walls. And good luck getting out of bed once you got in. The fluffy, chaise lounge chair like beds were heaven, especially compared to the jail cells and barns they were used to. Their beds were placed equal parts away against the walls with Joe's bed the closest to the door.

Fred flopped on the bed. "These digs are awesome!"

"Yeah," Sam said, "except for the murderer running around."

"Would you relax, Royal Geek? Unless you're gonna marry Cleopatra, you have no reason to worry."

"No, but you might, Fred," Joe teased." Cleopatra's real flirty with you."

Despite Joe's tone, Fred puffed up his chest. "What can I say? The Queen of the Nile has excellent taste."

Sam laughed at that. Fred glared at him and asked what was so funny, which made Sam laugh harder.

"You might not have to worry, Fred," Sam said. "Cleopatra looks more into Izzy now than you."

Fred tossed a pillow at him, and all three of them laughed.

A knock on the door interrupted their laughter. Joe turned to see Jodie stood at the entrance, Book in hand. "May I come in?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Why bother asking? You're gonna come in anyway."

Jodie waved away his comment. She marched in (pretty much proving Fred's point) and sat at the foot of Joe's bed.

Joe motioned towards The Book. "Any luck fixing it?"

Jodie shook her head as she flipped through the pages. "I've never had to fix a problem like this before. It's happened plenty of times, but never while I owned it."

She looked helplessly through the glitched, buggy pages. Joe couldn't help but feel for her. To say Jodie was prideful would be an understatement. She prided herself on her appearance, her accomplishments, but most importantly she prided herself on her handling of The Book.

She'd gotten The Book at ten, the same age he did, but had been warping since she was little. At the age of five, she was appointed to Time Page by her uncle Sid, the uncle who passed The Book on to her. Her warp record wasn't flawless but she'd never once lost The Book on a warp (excluding any Fred-based excursions). She was a stickler when it came to interfering with history, even more so than Sam. Joe knew how important time traveling was to her.

"Would it help if I tell you what happened?" Joe asked.

Her brows scrunched in thought but didn't look at him. "Possibly."

He explained what happened with Izzy in ancient Egypt. Joe told her it was an accident, which was true, but didn't mention that they were trying to find her dad. He'd tell her eventually, once they were home, but for now, fixing The Book was priority number one. He didn't want to distract Jodie with that can of worms.

When Joe got to the part when Mad Jack shot at The Book, Jodie's jaw hit the floor. "He shot The Book?! I know he's crazy but even he's not crazy enough to do that."

"I don't think he did it on purpose. From how Izzy described it, she shielded herself instinctually."

"Of course she would," Jodie muttered. "Thanks for telling me, but I don't think it'll help us. Not unless you can shoot magic beams at it."

He couldn't, but not for lack of trying. He'd practiced shooting lasers from his fingers many times in his room just to see if he could. Of course, he wasn't about to bring that up in front of Jodie. Or anyone for that matter.

"So what now?" Joe asked.

"It's not an exact science, but whenever The Book gets damaged, similar damage usually does the trick. Remember when warrior king Fred oh so expertly stabbed The Book with a spear. Twice."

"Saved your butt," Fred piped in.

Jodie rolled her eyes but struggled to hide a small smile. "Anyway, in lieu of magical energy bolts, we'll have to find another way." She closed The Book and held it reverently in front of her. "I-I hope this works."

She closed her eyes and inhaled. Her fingers glowed where they touched The Book. She muttered words under her breath over and over until The Book rumbled in her hands like a mini thunderstorm was going on between the pages. The glow died and Jodie flipped through the pages to find that it was… still jumbled. "Shoot!" Jodie slammed The Book shut. "Well, it was worth a shot."

"What was that?" Joe asked.

"It's hard to explain... but it's sort of a soft reboot."

Joe waited to see if she was kidding, but Jodie didn't exactly inherit his sense of humor. "Riiiiight. I get it, but maybe you should explain, so Fred and Sam get it."

Another roll of her eyes. "The Book is like an ancient supercomputer made by people who didn't quite understand how to make a computer. It's a patchwork of pieces and features added over time, which is why it's powerful but volatile. Right now, it's like an iced computer with a single living aperture."

"Come again?"

"I think she means," Sam said, "that it's like a frozen computer with a working window."

"Oooooh." It was times like this that reminded Joe that Jodie was from a future with wildly different technologies than his own time.

But what she said made sense. The Book did sort of function like a computer. It had search features and keyboards on some pages. He wondered if it's always worked like this or if adapted to their modern way of doing things. "So do we need to turn it off and on, or is it there some type of control, alt, delete ritual?"

"It's not as easy as pushing a switch."

"Not how computers work—"

"However they work, this requires real magic. More than the two of us have." Jodie's lip curled, her golden-brown eyes narrowed in thought. "I hate to say it, but I think we need Isadora's help."

Joe wanted to ask why she hated to say it, and what her deal was with Izzy anyway. But something she said didn't sit right.

"How… how did you know Izzy could use magic?"

Jodie bit her lip. "I-I just assumed she was the one who taught you that annoying levitation trick. I mean, how else would you have learned that?"

"Oh. Right." He almost forgot about showing off his new tricked. It made sense she'd assume Izzy taught him.

Jodie groaned. "I guess we have to go get her."

There it was again, her annoyed attitude towards Izzy. "How come you don't like her?"

Jodie looked at him like he just spoke backwards. "Don't like who?"

Was she for real? It was obvious who he was talking about. He fixed her with a look and she faltered under the glare. "It's not that I don't like her. It's just... I think you should stop hanging out with Isadora. She's not—"

Suddenly, Jodie shoved The Book back in her satchel. Her face paled and she stared at the floor as if she was afraid if she looked away it would vanish. Joe was about the ask what was wrong when heard a shuffle behind him.

Izzy stood in the doorway. "Uh, h-hey guys. Cleopatra was going to teach us how to play Senet. I wanted to ask if you'd like to join us, but now I realize that might be really boring so forget I was here."

"Are you kidding?" Sam jumped out of his bed. "The rules of Senet are lost. No way I'm missing that!"

"Count me in." Fred stood and stretched. "Beats lying around here with no wifi."

"Did you really expect to have wifi here?"

"No, but it would've been nice."

"We'll join you guys in a bit," Joe said. "Jodie and I are finishing up here."

Fred and Sam nodded and headed off to the girls' room. Izzy glanced back at them. Concern flashed across her face before disappearing into the hall.

Jodie groaned and faced palmed. "She heard me, didn't she? Darn it! This is the worst."

Joe was beyond confused. Jodie wasn't one to hide how she felt about anything or anyone. If she hated Izzy, why would she care if she knew?

"I don't know what your deal is with her," Joe said, "but you should give her a chance. Yeah, she can be a little weird at first but she's pretty cool and fun. I think you two would get along if you apologize. She's actually surprisingly forgiving—"

"I don't hate her!" Jodie snapped. "It's just…" A heavy sigh. "She shouldn't be here. Not now. It doesn't make any sense."

Okay, that didn't make any sense. Before he could ask her to elaborate, a shriek followed by a crash echoed through the hall from the girls' room. Joe and Jodie jumped and rushed to the room, not knowing what was to come when they got there.