Early the next day, Raziel walked calmly up to the mansion's door and knocked. Most people would have hurt their knuckles on the hard wood, or wouldn't have been loud enough to let anyone inside know they were there, but Raziel's claws felt nothing other than a slight rapping and Hillary in the main hall heard the knock quite clearly. With a curious expression on his face, he went to answer the door. When he saw it was only the Lord Raziel, and was expected by Lady Croft, his face moved into a slightly pleasant, if blank, expression. He led him into the hall, then indicated down it toward the end.

"The Lady Croft is waiting to receive you in her study. She asked you be led there."

Raziel nodded acceptance, and walked down the hall toward the closed door. He gently pushed it open to see Lara sitting at her desk, looking at what seemed to be a picture frame, a very mournful expression on her face. She sighed, as if the loss of whatever it was grieved her deeply. She glanced up, noticed Raziel, and quickly, but gently placed the picture face down and quickly rubbed her eyes. She managed a small smile as she walked over to him.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Quite."

They headed to the exhibit, both not saying anything to the other. It wasn't that they were uncomfortable; quite the opposite. They didn't feel that they had to speak to one another. It felt like they had known each other for so well and so long that speaking just wasn't necessary.

After a short time, they finally got to the exhibit hall. The place was huge, but was not packed, thankfully. It seemed only a select amount of people got in and Lara was silently thankful for the people in high places she knew whom she could call on for favors from time to time. The two traveled down the rows of people showing, trading and selling, looking for anything that even slightly resembled the Reaver. Lara wasn't particularly surprised when they didn't run across many swords. There just weren't a lot of them anymore. Finally, it was announced the grand finale was finally coming up. Lara looked up to the main stage and watched as they pulled out a rather large case covered in a cloth. They pulled it away to reveal a beautifully crafted sword that looked like it was made out of solid crystal. The handle was a silvery metal that almost looked like liquid quicksilver. There seemed to be a blood red sheen to it in some lights. From the side of a stage walked a man dressed in an American business suit. He looked like he was getting rather high in his years, and had a light fuzz of brown hair over his head. Looking at him, Lara's eyes widened.

"Is that who I think it is?" she demanded softly of Raziel.

"None other," he responded, his teeth gritted. "Moebius."

"But how is he out of the sword?"

"I don't know." Raziel's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Time Streamer. Then his eyes shifted of their own accord to the sword in the glass case. He felt the Reaver in the Spectral Realm crying out to it. So, this was Earth's Reaver, hm? He opened his claws and focused his will on the sword, drawing it mentally to his hand. The sword in the case started to shift and rattle slightly as Moebius went on talking about it to the people who were there. The sword's movements grew more frantic until they drew his attention to it as it smacked against the glass. It fell back, then shot forward once more and the glass broke. The crowds as a whole gasped and stepped back as the sword flipped round midair and jetted cleanly through the air, landing in Raziel's claws. Moebius' eyes widened as he recognized Lara and Raziel. He turned and started running off the stage and into the back as guards began pouring into the room.

"Follow that Time Streamer!" Raziel bellowed. Lara ran after him, noting the Reaver on his arms was snaking down into the crystal Reaver he held. The darted past the guards through the back of the stage and came across a fork in the hall. Raziel immediately went left while Lara slipped past him to the right. She raced down the hall, pulling her pack off her back so she could get her desert Eagle out. It was the only gun she had on her today, as she usually didn't do any shooting in public places. She rolled her eyes.

'I was traveling with Raziel of all people,' she thought to herself disgustedly, 'I should have known better.'

She rounded a corner with the pack still in her arms and found herself gazing at four guards, all with pistols out and aiming toward her. She skidded to a halt, making a quick evaluation on if she could get around a corner before they started firing.

'Too far,' she decided. Before the guards could do anything, they were batted away with energy bolts. Raziel's face appeared around the corner.

"Thought you might need a little help."

She easily slid into pace next to him as they continued down the hall and slammed open the door at the end. Beyond it was a large room in which stood none other than Moebius himself.

"How are you still alive?" Raziel growled, the Reaver shifting slightly in his grip. Moebius glared back at both of them.

"I had to give up so much more than you'll ever know to get out of that little jam you two left me in! You'll never understand what it feels like to have your own god laugh at you for failing Him. But He helped me, and promised to get me what I lost again, once you're dead!"