Chapter 4-

The day started out harmless enough. The sun was out; the periwinkle sky was covering the earth like curtains, blanketing the sky. Millions of children were happily enjoying the new day.

Imhotep was in hell.

He was in a place he didn't recognize, and that pricked off the building anger rising in him. He was so used to Egypt, but, with one glance, he knew he wasn't home. Tacky white plastic chairs rested against walls consumed with white. Imhotep felt like he was being blinded. The floor was smooth, and yes, it was white. With a quick shift of his eyes, he noticed a piece of lint on the ground. Since it looked so out of place, he knelt down and picked it up, wrapping his tanned fist around it. Imhotep spiritually reached inside of himself to feel for any sign of his missing powers. He could feel them, encaged within his heart, but he could not reach them. He could hear them crying out, sitting impatiently in his body, waiting to be used. He was too weak to feel them; Imhotep realized he would have to build up his strength to get to them. He continued pacing his way down the slightly disorienting hallway, only to come upon another door. He prayed that it didn't lead to another white hallway. He pressed his rugged fingertips slightly against the door, his skin consuming the warmth from the other side. Life was through that door. Mortals, Imhotep could practically smell them. His hand wrapped lightly around the doorknob, and he slowly pushed it open.

What he saw next really didn't surprise him.

Doctors, and lots of them. Of course, being Imhotep and being raised in ancient Egypt, he wasn't really sure what he was looking at. (I, being the author, will explain what he saw) The doctors were clothed in white lab coats, holding clipboards in their arms, in which they all seemed to be fascinated with. Imhotep scanned the room, raising an eyebrow at the curious nature of this sight. He coughed not-so-discreetly and all the doctor's heads snapped up. Imhotep was surprised to see people of all races and genders working side by side. The people's eyes widened with surprised fascination, as if pleased at what they saw. As he stared at them and they stared at him, Imhotep's anger began to rise once more. How dare they, those imbeciles! Lock him up like some experiment. It was totally and completely unnecessary! He was slightly hurt at them, but shook those thoughts away. Emotions were unusual, last time he had experienced them (well, before Evelyn) was when he was a priest. It confused him, why did the feelings start now? Imhotep suddenly knew that these strange people knew the answer. They knew it all along, and no one bothered to tell him what the hell was going on! He began to speak in his ancient tongue, but could tell by the doctor's confused expressions that they couldn't understand. One doctor understood that he needed a translator, and he called out to his friend.

"Dr. Marsden! Go and fetch Dr. Prentice, she can speak ancient Egyptian. After all, he IS her experiment!"

Imhotep's eyes swerved over to the speaker, and narrowed them. Mortals, inferior creatures. The Dr. Marsden ran out like a flash and quickly returned with someone behind him.

"She's right here!"

The woman quietly stepped out from behind him. Imhotep was surprised. She was old, extremely elderly. Her braided snow white hair was piled around her shoulder, a tiny rose peeking through the strands. She was short, pleasantly plump, and had a very mysterious aura about her. Imhotep wouldn't have been surprised if she had been a hundred. She wore a light blue dress, but no lab coat. But it was her face that was the most fascinating. It was creased with wrinkles, but despite that she would've been considered a knockout back in her day. She had lovely laugh lines that would make the most secretive person trust her. Her eyes were the bluest eyes he had ever seen, with such depth that entranced him.

'Children must love her.' Imhotep thought to himself.

Dr. Prentice walked slowly toward him, a smile full of pride making Imhotep's heart warm. She placed her wrinkled old hand on his arm and spoke to him in ancient Egyptian.

"Come this way, please. I will tell you everything you need to know."

At the sound of her lilting voice, Imhotep knew exactly where it derived from. She was the woman that got him out of that infernal tomb. Her exact words were... "He's awake."

He unclenched his jaw and relaxed. He nodded for her to move on, and followed behind her. The surrounding crowd of doctors separated like the red sea, letting Imhotep and Dr. Prentice make their way through, to retrieve the answers that only the Doctor could explain.