I wake up at seven this morning, having slept about fifteen hours.

I stretch, blinking like an owl as I climb out of bed.

Realizing that I'm still dressed in yesterday's clothing, I change into another blouse (this time its green) and a skirt (as much as I despise womanly clothing, skirts I can work with). My hair is unnaturally tame-able and curly today (probably because of the sudden heat), so I put it up into a nice, out-of-my-face, bouncy ponytail. I splash some water on my dirty face and dry it quickly.

Slipping on my sandals, I walk out of the tent as quietly as possible. I survey my setting, about a dozen dirt colored tents of multiple sizes, a desolate landscape of sand dunes and a giant sun that is producing way too much heat for my liking.

I walk forward and continue to look around the camp. Suddenly, a hand clamps down on my shoulder and I whirl around, my fists clenched in preparation to kick ass.

"Good morning to you too." Indy says.

"Oh, I didn't know it was you." I say with a sigh of relief.

"So, what are you up to on this fine sweltering morning?" He asks with a yawn.

"Just poking around." I say.

My stomach rumbles. "Are you hungry? Because I'm starving."

"Meeting tent. Last one there is a sissy." He says, taking off.

"Hey! That's not fair!" I shout, running after him into the tent.

He beats me.

Damn him and his extremely fast legs!

"Alright, it looks like we've got scones, fruit and dried meat." He says, throwing me one the following.

I dig in eagerly, starving as hell.

"So, when do you think we'll start digging?" I ask, taking a bite out of some weird little brown thing that I've heard is called a 'date'.

"Probably when the rest of the diggers get here. We have to find the tomb first. And you're not digging, remember?"

"Oh, right. I do errands." I remind myself with a laugh.

"So, tell me." He says, taking another scone from the bin and biting into it. "What was keeping you awake on the plane? We had plenty of time to go to sleep."

I chew slowly on my scone. "I'm not sure. I was getting...easily distracted."

"By what? It's a plane ride. The most interesting thing was the flirtatious flight attendants." He says, leaning against the leg of the table.

That's what you think.

"I just like looking at the stars. You don't see lots of them in Chicago." I lie, crossing my legs. "It gave me some time to think about life.

And the fact that you are extremely attractive.

"Hm. You know what I like to do on airplanes?" Indy asks.

"What?"

Eternally torture me?

"I like to pretend I'm asleep and listen to conversations around me. I pick up quick information that way."

I freeze.

Was he really doing that on the plane?

"Only I didn't do it on that particular plane ride because I was too tired to not fall asleep." He adds.

I nearly laugh with relief.

A shadow passes over the ground floor as Abner and Oxley enter.

"Goodmorning you two. I hope you're ready for a day of hard work." Abner says, actually sitting at the table and not below it like Indy and I.

"Hey Marion. Henry." Oxley says amiably, smiling at both of us.

"Ox, c'mon. Call me Indy." Indy says with a grimace

"No thank you. Henry is your name and so it will remain in my book." Oxley replies, his red hair glinting in the sunlight.

"Always the gentleman, Oxley." I say, standing and giving a mock curtsy.

"Marion, be back here in an hour so I can give you my first assignment." Abner calls as I walk out.

"Alright!" I shout back, enjoying the million degree sun that is hitting my face.

My first real job as an Archaeologist's Daughter.

I can hardly wait.