New arrivals, new adventures, time travel, and one freaky priest guy...
London-May 1938
As the door opened, a young boy's face peered around it, and he smiled.
"Mum!" He looked at what she held. "Is that her?"
"It is." She smiled back at her son. "Come and meet your sister."
The boy's father appeared in the doorway, looked at his family, and entered.
"Let me tell you a story." He said to the boy as he sat down on the bed, next to his wife. "There have been two times, at least, when I didn't think I'd ever see this. Both of those times involved me, your mum, and a rather freaky priest guy called..." He paused, waiting to see if his wife would finish the sentence.
"Imhotep."
Alex O'Connell looked first at his mother, then at his father. It has been five years since the last time they'd faced the priest, and the experience had aged them.
But, they'd all lived. Okay, so technically his mother hadn't, but he'd brought her back, and it made him proud. Then again, he thought, she wouldn't be there with him without the last word, shouted to him by his uncle. But, it had worked. He turned his thoughts back to the present.
"What's her name?" He said curiously.
"Well," his father began, "what do you think of the name Charlotte?"
"I like it." Alex said. "Can I hold her?"
"Of course you can!" his mother exclaimed. "Come and sit up here."
Rick moved, so his son could sit next to his mother. It was a nice picture of a happy family. But, they didn't know what was to happen next...
Dover, England-May 2000
The ship arrived in the docks carrying many things, including a shipment to be delivered to the British Museum, up in London. These artefacts came from Egypt, and were being delivered from Cairo. The lorry set off an hour later, on the motorway to London.
There was a new worker at the museum, and she was put in charge of looking through the delivery, and seeing what was there. She opened one box, and pulled out a large, black book. It looked like... no, it couldn't be. The Book of the Dead. It was supposedly all a big myth. She wanted to look inside the other boxes, the small one, and the one that was the same shape as the open box at her feet.
The next box was as heavy as the last, and she couldn't believe her eyes. A golden book. The Book of...Amun-Ra. Another supposed myth. The third box was tiny. She opened it, and pulled out a grimy looking box. Twisting it in her hands, pushing and prodding, she was surprised when the top parts opened into a star shaped object. A key. She opened the black book, using the key, and read to herself.
Just then, she had a strange sensation. It was as if she was being forced to read the words aloud.
London-May 1938
As the door opened, a young boy's face peered around it, and he smiled.
"Mum!" He looked at what she held. "Is that her?"
"It is." She smiled back at her son. "Come and meet your sister."
The boy's father appeared in the doorway, looked at his family, and entered.
"Let me tell you a story." He said to the boy as he sat down on the bed, next to his wife. "There have been two times, at least, when I didn't think I'd ever see this. Both of those times involved me, your mum, and a rather freaky priest guy called..." He paused, waiting to see if his wife would finish the sentence.
"Imhotep."
Alex O'Connell looked first at his mother, then at his father. It has been five years since the last time they'd faced the priest, and the experience had aged them.
But, they'd all lived. Okay, so technically his mother hadn't, but he'd brought her back, and it made him proud. Then again, he thought, she wouldn't be there with him without the last word, shouted to him by his uncle. But, it had worked. He turned his thoughts back to the present.
"What's her name?" He said curiously.
"Well," his father began, "what do you think of the name Charlotte?"
"I like it." Alex said. "Can I hold her?"
"Of course you can!" his mother exclaimed. "Come and sit up here."
Rick moved, so his son could sit next to his mother. It was a nice picture of a happy family. But, they didn't know what was to happen next...
Dover, England-May 2000
The ship arrived in the docks carrying many things, including a shipment to be delivered to the British Museum, up in London. These artefacts came from Egypt, and were being delivered from Cairo. The lorry set off an hour later, on the motorway to London.
There was a new worker at the museum, and she was put in charge of looking through the delivery, and seeing what was there. She opened one box, and pulled out a large, black book. It looked like... no, it couldn't be. The Book of the Dead. It was supposedly all a big myth. She wanted to look inside the other boxes, the small one, and the one that was the same shape as the open box at her feet.
The next box was as heavy as the last, and she couldn't believe her eyes. A golden book. The Book of...Amun-Ra. Another supposed myth. The third box was tiny. She opened it, and pulled out a grimy looking box. Twisting it in her hands, pushing and prodding, she was surprised when the top parts opened into a star shaped object. A key. She opened the black book, using the key, and read to herself.
Just then, she had a strange sensation. It was as if she was being forced to read the words aloud.