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Sallah's wife had been kind enough to loan Leia a clean pair of clothes. Now that she was all cleaned up and rehydrated, she felt 100% better. The cream-colored flowing robe she wore was also made of a light, more comfortable material than her previous garbs. She walked out of the room they had provided her with, and into the family room. Sallah was sitting on a chair, and he smiled warmly up at her when she entered. "Ah, Leia. Are you feeling better now?" he asked in his booming, cheerful voice.
Leia smiled, "Yes thanks to you and your wife. Where's Han?"
Sallah's face fell a little. He had hoped that when they awoke, Indy and Leia would have fully regained their memory. He wondered why they both still denied his identity. "Leia, are you still not feeling well?" he asked.
Leia shook her head, "I feel fine. Better than fine. Why?" Sallah was about to question her, when he was interrupted by a yell of surprise from Han's room. Sallah and Leia exchanged a glance, then headed off down the hall.
Han was sitting up in his bed, running his hands through his now short hair in disbelief. He had awaked feeling much better, until he had reached up a hand to straighten his hair. He found that it was cut short. It wasn't that this hairstyle displeased him (he had worn his hair shorter for five years while serving in the Imperial Navy) but it simply came as a shock to him. He saw Leia and Sallah appear at the doorway. Sallah smiled, "Ah, I see you are looking much better this morning. Your hair was quite unkempt. I had it cut back to it's normal length." Han stood up, glad to note that he still had his normal clothing on, only his jacket was on a chair. He picked up his jacket and slipped it on.
"Sure, it's just fine." Han answered, not really understanding why Sallah had felt compelled to cut Han's hair. He decided it was probably customary to wear ones hair short in such a climate.
"Come, we will eat." Sallah said, leading them further down the hall.
Leia smiled at Han, and reached up to ruffle his short hair. "I like it. Something new... makes you look YOUNG."
Han grinned at her lopsidedly, "Not that I need it, though. Right?"
Leia laughed, "Of course not." The two of them were greeted by the smell of something cooking. Their stomachs reminded them how long they'd been without a real meal.
They were ushered to seats at a long table. Sallah's nine children were settle around it. Sallah was seated at one end, and his wife was setting steaming dishes on the table. They began to eat their morning meal, which consisted of some sort of ground, fried meat, grain cakes, and berry juice. Han and Leia virtually inhaled their food.
Sallah ate his own breakfast, while watching Indy and Leia. He decided it was time to jog his friend's memory. "Indy, why aren't you at the convention in downtown Cairo?"
Han stopped eating and stared at Sallah with a puzzled look on his face. "What are you talking about? Why would I be there?" he asked, "And why do you keep calling me Indy? My name's Han!
Sallah was beginning to get worried about his friend. "You came by just two weeks ago to pay a visit. You said you would be in town for a month at a large convention. How did you wind up in the desert, and who" he indicated Leia, "is this?"
Han shook his head. Sallah obviously was having a case of mistaken identity. "Look, pal. You obviously got me confused with someone else. Our ship just crash landed on this planet. In fact, what planet is this? It's not on any of the charts." Sallah was utterly confused by his friend's behavior. The delusion was worse than he'd thought. He cleared his throat, "Come now. You are Professor Indian Jones, famous archaeologist. And what is this talk about never having been to Earth?"
"Earth?" Han said. He turned the word over in his brain, "Never heard of it. Have you?" he asked Leia. Leia shook her head, and then turned to Sallah. "We had a crash landing here. We came out of a blackhole, and the navicomputer made an emergency landing. We need to find some place to get our repulsors fixed so we can take off. Is there a spaceport near by?" Sallah was really perplexed now. It seemed that Leia also thought they had come from outer space.
Sallah shook his head, "I don't know what you are talking about. What is a spaceport?" Han looked at Leia in fear.
He coughed, then cleared his throat. "You mean to tell me that there are no spaceports around here? You've never even heard of one?" Han said slowly. Sallah nodded. "So there are none on this whole planet?" Sallah nodded again. "And you don't have any interstellar craft?" Han continued. Sallah nodded once more. Han leaned back in his seat with a groan. Leia bit her lip. "Great! We get stranded on some unknown planet, and they don't even have space travel yet! How are we going to get home?" Han shouted.
From the other room, a knock could be heard on the front door. "I'll get it!" Sallah's son Salim yelled, and ran into the other room. An opening door could be heard, and then a man's voice. The boy came running into the room announcing, "Papa, papa! Uncle Indy is here!"
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Sallah's wife had been kind enough to loan Leia a clean pair of clothes. Now that she was all cleaned up and rehydrated, she felt 100% better. The cream-colored flowing robe she wore was also made of a light, more comfortable material than her previous garbs. She walked out of the room they had provided her with, and into the family room. Sallah was sitting on a chair, and he smiled warmly up at her when she entered. "Ah, Leia. Are you feeling better now?" he asked in his booming, cheerful voice.
Leia smiled, "Yes thanks to you and your wife. Where's Han?"
Sallah's face fell a little. He had hoped that when they awoke, Indy and Leia would have fully regained their memory. He wondered why they both still denied his identity. "Leia, are you still not feeling well?" he asked.
Leia shook her head, "I feel fine. Better than fine. Why?" Sallah was about to question her, when he was interrupted by a yell of surprise from Han's room. Sallah and Leia exchanged a glance, then headed off down the hall.
Han was sitting up in his bed, running his hands through his now short hair in disbelief. He had awaked feeling much better, until he had reached up a hand to straighten his hair. He found that it was cut short. It wasn't that this hairstyle displeased him (he had worn his hair shorter for five years while serving in the Imperial Navy) but it simply came as a shock to him. He saw Leia and Sallah appear at the doorway. Sallah smiled, "Ah, I see you are looking much better this morning. Your hair was quite unkempt. I had it cut back to it's normal length." Han stood up, glad to note that he still had his normal clothing on, only his jacket was on a chair. He picked up his jacket and slipped it on.
"Sure, it's just fine." Han answered, not really understanding why Sallah had felt compelled to cut Han's hair. He decided it was probably customary to wear ones hair short in such a climate.
"Come, we will eat." Sallah said, leading them further down the hall.
Leia smiled at Han, and reached up to ruffle his short hair. "I like it. Something new... makes you look YOUNG."
Han grinned at her lopsidedly, "Not that I need it, though. Right?"
Leia laughed, "Of course not." The two of them were greeted by the smell of something cooking. Their stomachs reminded them how long they'd been without a real meal.
They were ushered to seats at a long table. Sallah's nine children were settle around it. Sallah was seated at one end, and his wife was setting steaming dishes on the table. They began to eat their morning meal, which consisted of some sort of ground, fried meat, grain cakes, and berry juice. Han and Leia virtually inhaled their food.
Sallah ate his own breakfast, while watching Indy and Leia. He decided it was time to jog his friend's memory. "Indy, why aren't you at the convention in downtown Cairo?"
Han stopped eating and stared at Sallah with a puzzled look on his face. "What are you talking about? Why would I be there?" he asked, "And why do you keep calling me Indy? My name's Han!
Sallah was beginning to get worried about his friend. "You came by just two weeks ago to pay a visit. You said you would be in town for a month at a large convention. How did you wind up in the desert, and who" he indicated Leia, "is this?"
Han shook his head. Sallah obviously was having a case of mistaken identity. "Look, pal. You obviously got me confused with someone else. Our ship just crash landed on this planet. In fact, what planet is this? It's not on any of the charts." Sallah was utterly confused by his friend's behavior. The delusion was worse than he'd thought. He cleared his throat, "Come now. You are Professor Indian Jones, famous archaeologist. And what is this talk about never having been to Earth?"
"Earth?" Han said. He turned the word over in his brain, "Never heard of it. Have you?" he asked Leia. Leia shook her head, and then turned to Sallah. "We had a crash landing here. We came out of a blackhole, and the navicomputer made an emergency landing. We need to find some place to get our repulsors fixed so we can take off. Is there a spaceport near by?" Sallah was really perplexed now. It seemed that Leia also thought they had come from outer space.
Sallah shook his head, "I don't know what you are talking about. What is a spaceport?" Han looked at Leia in fear.
He coughed, then cleared his throat. "You mean to tell me that there are no spaceports around here? You've never even heard of one?" Han said slowly. Sallah nodded. "So there are none on this whole planet?" Sallah nodded again. "And you don't have any interstellar craft?" Han continued. Sallah nodded once more. Han leaned back in his seat with a groan. Leia bit her lip. "Great! We get stranded on some unknown planet, and they don't even have space travel yet! How are we going to get home?" Han shouted.
From the other room, a knock could be heard on the front door. "I'll get it!" Sallah's son Salim yelled, and ran into the other room. An opening door could be heard, and then a man's voice. The boy came running into the room announcing, "Papa, papa! Uncle Indy is here!"
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