I'm sooooo sorry about not updating as quickly as I wanted 2. I was going
2 post it yesterday, but I had things 2 do and things got n the way. So, sorry
once again! Anyways, hope u enjoy this next chapter!
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"Abigail...Abigail..." Ben shook me gently, just enough to wake me up.
"Uh-huh?" I replied groggily, not caring to sit up or even to open my eyes.
"Abigail, listen. I'm going over to the Cairo Museum for the day to check out something I
looked at last night in the FBI jet. The reason I woke you is to know if you wanted to go
with me."
"What suddenly happened to Riley?"
"Riley's here. At OUR house?"
"He was last night."
Ben sighed. "Well, I guess we'll leave him a note and give him some cash to order pizza
or something due to his lack of cooking skills."
I then got the picture of Riley trying to cook something simple in the oven. I giggled as
he in my mind burned his hand on the hot dish, forgetting to put on an oven mitt. Then
again, Ben was just about as good as Riley in the cooking field, too. He tried to make
dinner just the other day, but I swear if I hadn't been there, he would've burned the house
done. So, Riley and Ben cooking. Not going to happen. The only appliance they could
work was the microwave in which they either heat up leftovers or TV dinners. Maybe
that's the reason they became friends. 'Good thing I'm handy in the kitchen. Or else...'
"Abigail. Are you going or not?" Ben repeated, interrupting my thoughts.
My mind fogged up, like it usually did in mornings, erasing the question out of my head.
So, I said the first thing that popped into my mind. "Sure, whatever."
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I looked out my jet window, scared to death. I realized I was sitting next to the man who I
abandoned at the opening last night. 'He's probably just trying to not look mad. I mean, I
made a move I shouldn't have done. What if he doesn't love me anymore? What if he doesn't
think of me as an honest, trustworthy wife-to-be? What if...he hates me now? What if...'
"Abigail, are you alright? It looks like you've just seen a ghost," Ben commented, interrupting
my flooded mind of thoughts, again.
"Y-Yeah. I'm fine."
He looked at me for a moment. "You don't look fine. Abigail, I know that face. Something's
bothering you. Really bad."
"No, there isn't!"
"Yes, there is!"
"No, there isn't!"
"Yes, there is!"
"Ben Gates! No, there ISN'T!"
"Yes, there is. You're making the matter worse if you don't tell what it is."
I let out a sigh. "I know, but..."
"But what?"
"But...I don't know."
"Look, I'm doing this because I care about you, Abigail. You know that."
"Yes, I know. But...just never mind."
"I'm..." He was suddenly interrupted by the landing of the jet. "Come on. We'll talk about
this later."
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The Cairo Museum is probably one of the most interesting places in the world. To me, at
least. I mean, don't get me wrong about Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell, and the other
endless American monuments and places. They're wonderful, too, but this place seemed
the best. Probably because I don't get to go here everyday, or to Cairo.
All of a sudden, I realized I was standing in front of the statue that Riley called "the blueish-
green man." I smiled, remembering Riley begging to keep it, but Ben wouldn't let him,
saying that a statue like this shouldn't be hidden away in Riley's small apartment, but in a
place where it would be honored with amazement. Riley hugged that thing probably about
a few hundred times before it was sent over here, the last item brought over. Boy what
would he do for it!
This kept my mind off Ben and the conversation we had on the plane... for a while. I didn't
know whether he'd ask me further questions about what I had been referring to or if he was
going to let it drop. Maybe he'd be too excited about what clue he found on something I don't
know what it even is. Yet. I just hope he doesn't get his hopes up too high.
Suddenly, I could hear footsteps coming toward me as my body stiffened, trying to be as
still as possible. I don't know why I did this, though. I just thought it might protect me in
some weird, strange way. And, I felt like it.
"Abigail? Why are you so tense like you are now?" Ben asked, stopping right in front of
me.
I turned around and faced him. "I don't know...sweetheart. I just am."
"Sweetheart?" Ben raised a brow at me.
Sweetheart? Did I just call Ben sweetheart? Great. He would never let me down for this.
(We made a promise not to call each other any names like sweetheart until we married. I
know it's weird, but we felt like it would be better.)
"Uh...Yeah."
"Do you remember our promise?" He looked at me seriously. I opened my mouth to say
something, but then he said, "No...wait. Something's bothering you. I know. You wouldn't
forget something like a promise."
I looked at what he had in his hand. "Why do you have a scroll from the Library of
Alexandria?"
"It's my key, let's just say. Don't worry. They let me borrow it to take back with me so I
could investigate on it more. Plus, Riley will want to see this."
"Oh. Well, are you ready to leave now?"
"Yeah. Let's go." We exited the museum and went out to the jet. But as I got up on the steps
of it, I stopped in my tracks. I saw something. Something...familiar. It was now more like
someone. It had a similar shadow, similar height, and a definitely familiar figure as...
someone. I had seen it for sure, before, but who was it that I saw that looked so similar?
"Abigail. Are you coming or am I going to have to abandon you in Cairo with no food,
water, cell phone, clothes, communication what so ever,"
"Ben. I get it! I'm coming!" I responded, interrupting him. I walked over to a seat and sat
down. 3:00. Great. We wouldn't be home until around 7:30, and by that time, Riley would've
already have magazines, books, and other stuff lying on the floor and the entire room for Ben
and me to pick up, have either the TV on to watch anything that was decent on or his laptop
going, and pizza would be EVERYWHERE. In the kitchen, on the dining table, and of
course, our what used to be nice and clean furniture.
Suddenly, I got an answer to my question. I widened my eyes. Could the person I'd seen
been...Ian?
Well, hope you enjoyed that last, unraveling chapter. I'm not sure when I'll put the
next chapter on here, but I'll try to get it done as soon as possible! Thanks for
understanding!
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