Then a man walked, in tripping over the fallen book shelves and scattered books.
Man: How. .? C. . . . I . . . how? How? . . . . . . . . Oh, look at this! Sons of the pharaohs! Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts! Anything but you! Compared to you, the other plagues were a joy!
Woman: I am so very sorry. It was an accident.
Man: My girl, when Rameses destroyed Syria, that was an accident. You . . . are a catastrophe! Look at my library! Why do I put up with you!
Woman: W- Well you put up with me because I can read and write ancient Egyptian . . . and I can – I can decipher hieroglyphics and hieratic . . . and, w-well, I am the only person within a thousand miles who knows how to properly code and catalog this library, that's why.
That's when I knew somehow I was related to her. Maybe a distant cousin or maybe a half cousin . . . .
Man: I put up with you because your mother and father were our finest patrons. That's why! Allah rest their souls. Now, I don't care how you do it, I don't care how long it takes. Straighten up this meshiver!
The man walked back to his office behind the pile of bookshelves and books. The woman turned to look at me.
Woman: Sorry about that. My name is Evelyn or Evy, Carnahan. That was the Curator of the museum.
Alexa: My name is Alexandria or Alexa Isis. My aunt Cleo told me that I would find the answers to my questions here.
Evy: Well, perhaps I can help you. Why don't we take a walk?
Alexa: Ok, well you see I've been having some strange dreams.
I told her everything, about my dreams, my aunt and uncle, and about my thoughts on the journey here. She told me that those are probably dreams from my past life, but she's had them too. Then we got to talking about her parents. We were walking through the museum as we spoke.
Evy: My father was a very famous explorer and he loved Egypt so much, he married my mother who was an Egyptian and quite an explorer herself. You know . . . you somehow seem familiar, have I met you before?
Alexa: Yeah somehow you do, too. I can also read and write ancient Egyptian and read hieroglyphics, because my mother. . .
Evy: Taught you how.
Alexa: Yes. How did you know?
Evy: I think we have the same mother.
Alexa: So you're my sister?
Evy: I believe so what's your mother's name?
Alexa: Her name was Rachel Carnahan and my fathers' name was Jonathan Carnahan.
Evy: That's exactly what my parents name was. My foster parents were my god parents, or our parents friends. They told me and my, our, older brother Jonathan that we had a younger sister . . . but we thought they were pulling our leg. They loved to tease us.
Alexa: So, I have and older sister and an older brother?
Evy: Yes, strange, I've always wanted a younger sister . . . . how old are you?
Alexa: Right now I'm 17, I turn 18 on April the 3rd. How old are you?
Evy: I am 20, Jonathan is 22.
Then out of no where there was a loud clank.
Alexa: What was that?
Evy: I don't know.
We walked over to a sarcophagus, Evy was about a foot away when the mummy jumped out with a shriek.
Evy: Aaah!
Man: Ha ha!
The man was sitting in the sarcophagus laughing.
Alexa: Let me guess . . .
Evy: Yes, this is Jonathan.
Jonathan: Ha ha ha ha!
Evy: Have you no respect for the dead?
Jonathan: Yes, but sometimes, I'd rather like to join them.
Evy: Oh! Get out of the right now!
Jonathan: Oh alright . . . and who is this beautiful young lady?
Evy: Jonathan, I would like you to meet Alexandria but she prefers to go by Alexa.
Jonathan: Hello Alexa, it's nice to meet you . . . tell me, have I seen you before? You seem very familiar . . .
Alexa: Actually you have, I'm your long lost, little sister.
Jonathan: Oh, ha! That's a jolly good one there mate!
Evy: Jonathan, it's true. Remember when Becky and David used to tell us about our little sister, but we would never believe them? Well, they were telling the truth, this is our baby sister!
Jonathan: Oh smashing! My dear sweet baby sister!
He picked me up and twirled me around. Then put me back down.
Jonathan: By the way Evy, I have something for you.
Evy: Oh no! Not another one of your worthless trinkets! If I take one more thing to sell . . for . . you.
He handed her a little Octagon box with writing on it. The top of it looked like a puzzle.
Evy: Where did you get this?
Jonathan: Oh, on a dig down in Thebes. My whole life Evy I've never anything like it. Please, tell me I found something!
Evy turned the box around in her hands then found a little button. She pushed it and the top of the puzzle box opened up. Inside, was a little folder piece of paper.
Alexa: Jonathan,
Jonathan: Yes?
Alexa: I think you've found something.
We took the piece of paper which turned out to be a map, to Evy's boss, the Curator.
Evy: I've already dated to map; it's over 3,000 years old. See this picture of the city here? Well, I think that's Hamunaptra.
Jonathan: You mean the Hamunaptra?
Alexa: Yes, the city of the dead.
Curator: And Miss Carnahan, who might this be?
Evy: Oh, this is Alexa, my little sister.
Curator: You know who you look like?
Alexa: No, who?
