Suddenly, a cell phone rang. Anck-su-namun dug in her pocket and brought out a black cell phone, one of the old ones that you have to flip open.
"Hello? Oh, hi Rachel. Yeah, I'm okay. He's here. Sorry, we got a little distracted... no, not that, a friend of mine sorta... found us. Yeah she was scared. Hold on, I'll ask her."
Anck-su-namun turned to Pat. "Rachel wants to know if you'd like to come over, and have some tea or something."
"Rachel?"
"Rachel Weisz. She's in that movie about us you like..."
"Seriously? The Rachel Weisz? Oh my God. You know her?"
"Well, yes. We sorta... live with her. She's my 'legal guardian' since, minus 3000 years, I'm only fourteen and Imhotep... well... I don't think he can fill out government papers. Do you want to come or not?"
"Yes. Defiantly yes."
Anck-su-namun turned to her cell phone. "Okay, she's coming. We'll be over there in a few minutes. Yeah. Okay. Bye." She shut the cell phone and put it back in her pocket, then said something to Imhotep, who went over and started messing with a grate - a passageway into the sewer.
"Uhh...?" Pat started.
"Well how do you think he got here? Walk casually down the street?"
Now that Pat thought about it the sewer seemed like the perfect hidden highway for one who could not be seen in public.
Imhotep had succeeded in pulling the grate off, leaving a hole large enough for a skinny person to jump through.
"Okay, let's go." Anck-su-namun said, standing up then pulling Pat to her feet. But Pat had seemed to regain her fear of Imhotep.
"Will, I have to touch... him?" She said very quietly.
"Well, yeah."
"I don't... he's just... do I?" She mumbled.
Imhotep jumped into the hole and stood a the bottom, waiting to catch the girls.
"C'mon, Pat. Please? He won't hurt you - I swear."
"I know, it's just..." She looked for a reason to run away.
"We don't have time for this!" Anck-su-namun said, annoyed, and pushed Pat into the hole, where Imhotep caught her and put her down oh-so gently next to him. She whimpered.
Next Anck-su-namun grabbed the grate and held it above her head and jumped with it - making it stick back in place. She hung for a few seconds hanging onto the metal bars before dropping. Imhotep caught her and lowered her very slowly looking at her. Anck-su-namun smiled flirtatiously and giggled before Imhotep placed her on the floor beside him.
Pat almost retched. "You really love him, don't you? To still act... like that... when he's... erm..."
Anck-su-namun blushed. "What, dead?"
"Err, yeah."
She smiled. "It's who he is, not what he looks like. He'll be regenerated soon, though."
Pat's eyes widened. "Ah, yes. How... how will he regenerate?" She asked as the trio started walking through the sewer.
"Well, actually, it's not exactly like the movie."
"Huh?"
"He's already been awakened once, therefore he has to find an alternative way to regenerate."
"Okaaaaaaaay..."
"This is where I come in."
"Mmmm?"
"I was discovered murdering the Pharaoh, then... yeah. During my mummification, they cursed me. It was to be if I ever awoke I would be able to suck anyone, not just unlucky chest-openers, anyone, dry. I could also transfer 'sucked' flesh to another undead, but when I fully regenerated I could not absorb anyone or give any more flesh."
Pat gagged. "Nice curse."
Anck-su-namun rolled her eyes. "Yup."
Pat stopped suddenly. "Oh my God. Are you going to...?" She looked scared out of her wits.
Anck-su-namun laughed. "Imhotep wanted me to, but I could never kill anyone I know."
Pat didn't look convinced. "I was so stupid! I let myself be lead into a sewer with two undead mummies where no one can help me! And... and you turned me into a llama!" She started shaking.
Anck-su-namun raised an eyebrow. She translated for Imhotep and he scratched the top of his head in confusion. Not exactly sure about the sanity of her friend, Anck-su-namun decided to go with the simple approach.
"Pat, please. I won't hurt you. I promise. And you aren't a llama." Anck-su-namun comforted, putting her hand on Pat's shoulder. "If I wanted to harm you, I would've done it already, k? I might not be alive, but I do have feelings. You're my friend. Why would anyone kill their friend? Do you trust me?" Her face looked almost sad.
Pat relaxed. "I... I guess..." She looked Anck-su-namun up and down. "But you're fully regenerated." She stated.
Anck-su-namun shifted her gaze and straightened her gloves.
"Your hands..."
Anck-su-namun nodded sullenly. Imhotep walked over to her and places his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him and smiled weakly.
"Come on. Rachel's waiting."