NEPAL APRIL 25, 1925

INDY'S POV

I looked around the wreckage of the plane, searching desperately for my unnamed baby girl and my wife, Deirdre. I could hear my daughter crying, my child survived the plane crash! I picked up my baby and held her trying to calm her down. I didn't know how injured she was, or how much I was! It's crazy how adrenaline works! "Deirde! Where are you?" I searched the plane with the baby in one arm. Soon I found Deirdre, she was gone. It took me a minute to realize that the terrible howling sound I heard was coming from me. I didn't know what to do, how could I possibly raise this child on my own?! I had no idea how to be a father, my own father made it abundantly clear that a cup from thousands of years ago in another country was more important to him than me.

I needed to get to the nearest hospital, then get to an airport and fly back to North America. After saying goodbye to Deirdre, I wrapped the baby up, and started hiking. As I hiked, I struggled to make up my mind on what to name her. When she was born at the beginning of this month, Deirdre and I argued on what to name the baby. I wanted to name her Deirdre Helen Jones, Helen being for my childhood tutor. But Deirdre said she didn't want to name her daughter after herself, she said she'd prefer to name her Helen Deirdre Jones. After about three miles, I finally decided to give Deirdre her own way. My daughter's name was Helen Deirdre Jones.