Jonathon was beginning to grate on Lillian's nerves. They'd been riding for hours and Lillian was getting bored. Her only entertainment was discussing weapons and fighting styles with O'Connell as they rode side by side. Evy was just behind them, with Jonathon next, and the prison warden last. She was enjoying her conversation, but Jonathon was really beginning to tick Lillian off.

It was hot, it was dry, and there was nothing around but sand.

So the last thing Lillian wanted to hear - for the third time, might she add - was Jonathon complaining about his dislike of camels.

"Never did like camels," Lillian sighed, and bit her tongue so she wouldn't shout at her brother as he began his rant again. "Filthy buggers. They smell, they bite, they spit. Disgusting."

"I think they're adorable." Evy said, leaning forward in her seat to rub the top of her camel's head. Rick saw Lillian's sour face, and decided to tease her.

"What's your opinion on camels, Lillian?" He said, shooting a cheeky grin in her direction. She narrowed her eyes at him, but couldn't help the smile that spread across her mouth.

"I'm neither a lover or hater of camels. They have both positive and negative qualities about them, therefore I remain indifferent." She replied, diplomatically, smirking at him when she didn't give him the reaction he had wanted.

The warden began to sing an Arabic song, spitting in between verses, and Lillian began to wish that he had ended up with the Americans instead.

Night soon began to show, and Lillian fought with sleep. She had tied her brother and sister's camels to hers so that they would follow on as they slept, leaning against each other. The prison warden was snoring loudly behind them, and O'Connell and Lillian were the only ones awake.

"You should get some sleep." Rick's voice startled her. It had been extremely quiet up until then.

"Not a chance." She replied, stifling a yawn.

"Why not?" He questioned, and she managed to make out him raising an eyebrow at her. How she saw that in the dark was anybody's guess, but maybe it was more instinctual than anything else.

"Wouldn't be polite to sleep and leave you awake alone. Besides, I'd say you need the rest more than I do." She retorted, struggling to keep her eyes open.

"Stop being so stubborn and just get some damn sleep." Rick snapped at her. She glared at him in return, before she snapped back.

"Fine!"

Ten minutes later, Lillian was fast asleep, her head bobbing from side to side before it rested on Rick's shoulder. He looked down at her, noting how peaceful she looked when she was asleep, something he hadn't seen when she was awake. He knew that she was worried about the danger in Hamunaptra, but not for herself, for her brother and sister.

He smiled slightly, before nudging her upright so she didn't tumble off her camel. He was being far too considerate with this woman, more than he had in his life.

The next day, they spotted several dots on the horizon ahead of them. And as the dots moved closer, they began to resemble the all-too familiar shapes of the Americans and Beni. Lillian suddenly felt a buzz of excitement. This is when the adventure kicked in. Crossing the desert was the boring part, until this last leg. This would be fun, she thought, as the Americans came more into focus, and Rick and Beni approached each other on their camels.

"Good morning, my friend." Beni greeted Rick, before they both stopped. Lillian raised an eyebrow at Rick as he pulled his camel round to face west. He just gestured for her to do the same, and was surprised when she did as he asked.

Rick didn't reply to Beni. He simply stared ahead of him, occasionally throwing glances towards Lillian, who always seemed to return them.

"What the hell are we doing?" One of the Americans questioned.

"Patience, my good barat'm. Patience." Beni said to him.

"Remember our bet, O'Connell? First one to the city, $500 cash." Another American said. Lillian decided to learn their names after they had entered Hamunaptra. Now, she gave O'Connell a look. She hadn't pegged him for a gambling man like her brother, but now she was more determined than ever to beat the Americans.

"$100 is yours if you help us win that bet." Beni seemed to brighten at the prospect of more money coming his way, and Lillian narrowed her eyes at him. Ever since she first saw him on the boat, she had gotten a bad feeling from him. He was not a good man, not one bit.

"My pleasure. Hey O'Connell…nice camel." Beni said, in an attempt at taunting Rick. Rick just patted his camel on the head, before he spoke quietly aside to his group.

"Get ready for it."

"For what?" Evy questioned, leaning forward so she could see past her sister to show Mr O'Connell her confusion.

"We're about to be shown the way."

The sun rose higher in the sky and then, almost as if the sun had painted it itself, the city of Hamunaptra slowly appeared on the horizon. Lillian watched it with a sense of childlike wonder, and Rick watched her, smiling at her stunned expression.

"It's beautiful." Lillian murmured to herself, as she stared at the magical city with an dumbstruck awe.

"Here we go again." Rick sighed.

And then the gateway of the city appeared, and everyone set off, racing towards the city to win the bet. Rick and Beni were in the lead, with Evy and Lillian not too far behind, both of the sisters spurring their camels on in Arabic.

Lillian watched in amusement as Beni started to whip O'Connell, and in retaliation, Rick grabbed him and threw him off of his camel.

"Now that serves you right." Evy said, as the two sisters passed him.

And then Rick found himself in a Carnahan sister sandwich, as Lillian and Evy rode up on either side of him. Lillian smiled at him, and Rick smiled back, impressed by not only her riding skills but her sister's. Lillian and Evy both spurred the camels on, and quickly overtook O'Connell too. They rode together, faster than before, towards the city, hearing Jonathon whooping and hollering encouragements behind them.

"Wa-hoo!" Lillian whooped in joy, as she and Evy rode up the gateway together and into the city. It was exactly what she had imagined it would be. All stone pillars and sand, but there was so much more mystery to it than that.

The Americans took up a lot of room for their camp, so Rick, the Carnahan's and the prison warden simply made camp at the base of one of the pillars, before they got straight to work. Evy led them over to the statue of Anubis, and gave Rick and Lillian instructions as to what to do, which they did without question. Despite her own historical and archaeological knowledge, Lillian knew she would probably only be helping O'Connell with the heavy lifting. Jonathon was next to useless when it came to actual labor.

"That's the statue of Anubis. Its legs go deep underground. According to Bembridge scholars, that's where we'll find a secret compartment containing the golden Book of Amun-Ra." Evy said, as Lillian helped her push one of the ancient mirrors into the ground. She looked over at Jonathon to see him cleaning the mirror. "Jonathon, you're meant to catch the sun with that."

Evy walked over to help Jonathon position the mirror, and O'Connell strode over to Lillian, grabbing the rolled up pack that was underneath his arm. He stopped just in front of her, and she smiled up at him, as she continued to try and get the right angle.

"So, uh, what are these old mirrors for?"

"Ancient mirrors," Lillian corrected him. If Evy caught him calling them old mirrors, she'd probably skin him alive or bore him to death about the correct terminology. "It's an ancient Egyptian trick. You'll see."

Rick nodded, before pulling the pack out from behind his back.

"Here, this is for you," He held it out to her, and she smiled up at him, but still managed to look confused as she took it from him. "Go ahead. It's something I borrowed off our American brethren. I thought you might like it. You might need it…for when you're…"

He stepped backwards, miming a chiseling action with his hands, before he noticed the warden watching his awkwardness. Lillian was grinning at him, as he asked the warden what he was looking at, before she looked down at the slightly heavy cloth in her hands and slowly opened it. It was a bunch of archaeological field tools. She smiled down at them, before telling herself she'd share them with Evy.

Lillian glanced up, ignoring the warden as he started moaning about bugs, and watched O'Connell swinging down into the cavern they'd located towards the side of Anubis.

After Lillian had managed to get the angle right, they all followed O'Connell down. Lillian had gone down first, and Rick had helped her off the rope, and they smiled up at each other, before moving apart so that Evy could come down. Jonathon and the warden came down last.

"Do you realize that we're standing inside a room that no one has entered in over 3,000 years?" Evy questioned, as the two sisters and Rick glanced about the room. No one answered Evy's question, but Jonathon broke the silence in his own fashion.

"What is that God-awful stench?" He asked, before he sniffed close to the warden as he climbed down the rope and his eyes widened with realisation. "Oh."

Evy walked over to one of the old mirrors and brushed away the cobwebs with her hands, something she knew that her older sister wouldn't do unless she was wearing gloves. Spiders and their webs were one of her sister's only fears, which was strange, because she was an explorer and had been to many places were there are all sorts of spiders.

Evy finished cleaning it off, and then tilted it forwards.

"'And then there was…light'." She said, as all the mirrors began to reflect light into the room.

"Hey, that is a neat trick." Rick said, making Lillian smile slightly, before she realized where they were.

"My God, Evy! It's a Sah-Netjer." She informed her sister, who had probably already realized the same thing. This was incredibly exciting. Lillian looked around the room, and tried to push down the strange feeling that she had been in the room before, because it was silly, wasn't it? A room that hadn't been entered in years, and she felt as though she had walked through it just yesterday. That was completely absurd.

"What?" Rick questioned.

"A preparation room." Evy explained, as she walked forwards, taking the tool kit her sister offered to her, without questioning where she had gotten it.

"Preparation for what?"

"For entering the afterlife." Lillian answered Rick's question, putting on a playful, creepy voice as she did so. He eyed her, and then pulled out one of his pistols, as his other hand gripped his lit torch tighter.

"Mummies, my good son. This is where they made the mummies." Jonathon explained to him, in a simpler way, as he lit his own torch with Rick's. They walked forwards until they reach a passageway.

Rick went down it first, and Lillian followed, her two pistols drawn, with Evy, Jonathon and the warden following closely behind. Each man had a lit torch, and the girls stayed between them so they were in constant light.

They all paused when they heard loud skittering noises, with each member of the party practically spinning around to locate the source of the noise. Eventually the sound faded, and Lillian breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't care what the noise had been, as long as it hadn't been spiders.

"What was that?" Jonathon questioned.

"Sounds like…bugs." Rick said, and Lillian felt the urge to club him over the head. Why did he have to say bugs?

"He said bugs." Evy repeated to the two men behind her, which successfully freaked the prison warden out.

"What do you mean, bugs? I hate bugs." He whined, and Lillian felt the same urge to hit him, but with the warden, Lillian felt that urge on a frequent basis. He really was a foul, disgusting human being.

It got darker as they moved - albeit slowly - further into the tunnel. Rick was cautious, as they came to the end of their passageway, and to a new room. Lillian was the same, her eyes scanning what she could see of the room for any threats.

"The legs of Anubis," Evy stated, and Lillian had a bad feeling spread through her as she gazed at the bottom half of the statue. "The secret compartment should be hidden somewhere inside here."

And almost as if that were a cue, all five people heard a noise and then some murmuring that set them on edge. They leaned against the base of Anubis' statue, with Rick and Lillian at the end, Evy now holding Rick's torch, both chambering rounds into their weapons.

Slowly Rick and Lillian jumped out, and were greeted by loud shouts of surprise. The Americans were pointing guns at them, but looked relieved to see it was them.

"You scared the bejesus out of us, O'Connell." Henderson said, as he lowered his two Colt pistols.

"Likewise." Rick replied, as he, Lillian, Jonathon and the warden all lowered their weapons. Mr Burns, however, spotted his tool kit in Evy's arms, and stepped forward.

"Hey! That's my tool kit."

"No, I don't think so." Rick said, as all four raised their weapons, and the Americans followed suit. Burns backed away.

"Okay," He said, as he stared down the barrels of O'Connell's two pistols nervously. "Perhaps I was mistaken."

"I'm certain you are." Lillian said, with a sweet smile.

"A woman with guns. How very original." Lillian glared at the man who had spoken, twisting her body so her guns were trained on him.

"Gentlemen, how badly do you need your Egyptologist?" She questioned, cocking her weapons, and making the man visibly nervous. She smiled at her victory. "Because I may be a woman, but I will not hesitate to pump you full of lead if you even mutter one sexist comment about me again. Just so you know, I tend to favor one region when it comes to shooting men."

She let her eyes trail down the man, before lifting them back up. Every single man around her flinched, or winced, at her implications, and Rick shook his head at her. He was liking this woman more and more with every word she said.

Evy sensed that the situation was getting sour so quickly jumped in with her diplomatic tendencies.

"Have a nice day, gentlemen. We have a lot of work to be getting along with."

"Push off! This is our dig site." The Egyptologist said and Lillian sighed.

"Do I have to threaten you again?" Lillian asked, as Evy said, "We got here first."

And then everyone raised their weapons again.

"This here's our statue…friend." Daniels said.

"I don't see your name written on it…pal." Rick replied, and Lillian was almost choking on the testosterone flying around as she participated in the near all-male stand off.

"Yes, well there's only five of you, and fifteen of me," Beni said, sounding quite happy he had the better odds. "Your odds are not so great, O'Connell."

"I've had worse." Rick said, aiming one of his pistols threateningly at Beni. What Jonathon said next would have made Lillian and Evy laugh in any other situation, instead they merely raised eyebrows at him in disbelief.

"Me, too." He said. Even O'Connell gave him a disbelieving glance.

"For goodness' sake, let's be nice, children," Evy said, being the voice of reason, as per usual. She stepped in between Rick and Lillian and looked from the Americans back to their guide. Henderson lowered his guns. He wasn't all that comfortable pointing a gun at the lady who was armed, but this one didn't have any protection herself. "If we're going to play together, we must learn to share. There are other places to dig."

Rick nodded, and holstered his pistols, but not before throwing Beni a glare. Lillian wasn't as quick to lower hers, but one disparaging look from Evy, and she rolled her eyes and stepped away from the Americans. She moved next to her sister so she could whisper to her.

"I hope you know what you're doing. Giving this up could be a bad idea." Lillian hissed at her.

"Trust me, Lily. I know what I'm doing." Evy replied, her eyes wide as she verbally and silently requested trust from her elder sister. Lillian sighed and nodded, to which Evy replied with a smile, taking her sister's hand and leading her to the next site they would dig, with O'Connell, their brother and the prison warden following them.

"According to these hieroglyphics we're underneath the statue," Evy announced, as Rick and Lillian hammered away at the ceiling above them. "We should come up right between his legs."

"And when those damn Yanks go to sleep…no offence…" Jonathon said, trailing off to allow Rick to accept his apology. Rick looked backwards at the Carnahan man, rolling his eyes before he focused back on the task at hand. Lillian swung her hammer at the ceiling, chipping some of the stone away, whilst wondering why her brother wasn't doing this instead of her.

"None taken." Rick said, gritting his teeth as he took another swing.

"…we'll dig our way up and steal the book right from under them." Jonathon said, handing Rick the hammer he was waiting for, and took the larger one from him. Lillian dropped hers beside Jonathon, and accepted one of the smaller digging tools from Evy, and began scraping away at some of the debris above her head.

"Are you sure we can find this secret compartment thing?" Rick questioned, looking at Lillian for the answer as he stuck the claw of the hammer up into the roof above their heads.

"Yes, if those bloody Americans haven't beaten us to it. No offence." She said, tacking on the last part so he knew she wasn't including him in her insult.

"None taken." He grunted, as he tried to pull the hammer free again. Sand was starting to trickle down which could only be a good sign. Rick covered his face with a small scarf as the sand began to rain down in thicker streams.

"Say, where did our smelly little friend get to?" Jonathon asked, after he'd scanned the room searching for the prison warden.

"Hm…I don't know. I imagine he hasn't gone far," Lillian said, as she sat down on the stand she'd been balancing on. "Let's take a break."

"So let me get this straight, they ripped out your guts and they stuffed them in jars." Rick said, though it was more of a question than a statement. He was needing confirmation.

"Then they'd take out your heart as well. Oh, and do you know how they took out your brains?" Evy questioned, and when Rick shook his head, Lillian grinned and took over from her younger sister. She'd get more enjoyment out of it.

"Evy, I don't think we need to know this." Jonathon remarked, as he used one of the sledgehammers to practice his golf swing. Jonathon was always the more squeamish of the three Carnahan's, and Evy and Lillian loved to tease him about that fact.

"They'd take a sharp, red-hot poker, stick it up your nose, scramble things about a bit and then rip it our through your nostrils." Lillian explained the method, not realizing that her hand was doing the action with the chisel she was holding. Then she looked at Rick, and saw his hand hovering over his nose, and set her off sniggering.

"That must hurt." He said, after she'd stopped laughing at him.

"It's mummification. You're dead when they do it." Evy replied, as Lillian patted his hand that was resting on his knee, still somewhat giggling at him, but managing to try and reassure him at the same time.

"For the record, if I don't make it out of here, don't put me down for mummification." Rick said, looking towards Lillian as he did so.

"Do you want me to put that down in writing?" Lillian teased him, before she jumped back as a large, heavy rectangular box fell from the ceiling after Jonathon whacked it with the hammer. Of course, it would be Jonathon to nearly bring down the roof on top of them.

Lillian rose shakily to her feet, not knowing that Rick was behind here, ready to steady her. Evy was coughing as there was a lot of dust and sand up in the air, before they both realized what it was.

"Oh, my God. It's a…it's a sarcophagus." Evy said.

Lillian tilted her head back, and looked up to see the gaping hole where the sarcophagus had dropped down from. She could just make out the base of the statue of Anubis, and then she looked back down at the sarcophagus in front of her.

"Buried at the base of Anubis." Lillian informed her sister, and the two men. Evy glanced up before she shared a look with her elder sister.

"He must have been someone of great importance." Evy deduced, as she stared across at her sister.

"Or he did something very naughty." Lillian added.

O'Connell looked between the two women, who were wearing the exact same curious expression, before he turned to Jonathon.

"Are they always like this?" He questioned.

"What? The whole finish-the-other's-thought-thing? Yeah, but you'll get used to it, old chap!" Jonathon said, grinning at the American.

"Are they twins or something?"

"I'm older than Evy by a year." Lillian replied, not looking up at the pair as she began dusting off the sand and debris with one of the brushes in the tool kit. Rick helped her, blowing and wiping the dust away.

"Well? Who is it?" Jonathon asked, walking round to see the hieroglyphic that they had uncovered. Evy did the same, and she translated it and told him before Lillian could even open her mouth to speak.

"'He That Shall Not Be Named'." Evy informed them.

Rick exchanged a look with Lillian, before he bent his head to blow the sand away from what he thought was the lock. He pointed at it a couple of times, shaking his hand as he did so.

"This looks like some sort of a lock." O'Connell said, and Lillian ran her fingers around the shape of it, wondering where the key could possibly be, and wondering why the outline of the lock looked so familiar.

"Whoever's in here sure wasn't getting out." She said.

"No kidding. It'll take a month to crack into this thing without a key." Rick informed them, and Lillian sighed. A key?

"A key?" Evy voiced Lillian's thought, and they stared at each other, both realizing at the same time.

"A key!" They exclaimed in unison.

"A key! That's what he was talking about!" Evy continued, bending down and digging into Jonathon's pack.

She rooted around for a few moments before she found her prize and held it aloft slightly to showcase it to her brother and O'Connell. Lillian grinned at her sister. Sometimes, it amazed her how in sync they were at times, and sometimes it annoyed her. Her sister knew her far too well, and somehow knew what she was thinking even at the most inappropriate of times.

"Who was talking about what?" Rick questioned, not understanding the thought processes of the two women. He looked at Jonathon who looked equally confused.

"The man on the barge in our room. The one with the hook. He was looking for a key." Lillian explained, as Evy opened up Jonathon's puzzle box.

"Hey, that's mine!" He complained, pointing at it.

Lillian moved out of her sister's way, nudging O'Connell so he moved over a little bit, but he didn't move much, forcing Lillian to be practically pressed up against him. She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the burn of her cheeks.

Evy flipped the puzzle box over, so the opened lid was facing down, and placed it slowly on top of the lock. A perfect fit. Lillian and Evy beamed at each other, before they heard screaming. Lillian and Rick pulled out a pistol each from their holsters, before they raced to find their 'friend' the warden, who was hollering at the top of his lungs.

They found him, but couldn't see anything wrong with him as he clutched his head, screeching in pain. Lillian moved forward to examine him, but he shoved her out of the way and darted forward. They were forced to watch as he ran down the passageway, before he sprinted head-first into a wall, killing him instantly. Lillian winced, and pulled a stunned Evy into her arms, as they continued to stare in horror at the now dead fifth member of their party.