"Marion," Abner says, walking in front of me like a drill sergeant, "Your first task is to drive the car to the market place and pick up these groceries."

He hands me a list.

"I get to drive my own car?" I ask, really getting excited.

You see, Abner has taught me how to drive, but he just doesn't like me doing it, what with my gift of bringing chaos and all.

"Well, you won't be going alone. Indy will be going with you." Abner says, nodding at Jones, who is next to me.

I take the list from Abner's hand. "Fine, he can come, but I can drive, right?"

"As long as you don't go too fast!" Abner calls as I walk towards the car and hop in the front seat.

"Define fast." I mutter under my breath as Indy gets in the passenger seat.

As soon as he closes the door I put the pedal to the metal and tear out of the camp.

Oddly enough, instead of looking at me as if I'm completely off my rocker, Indy looks calmly over at the speedometer and says, "Is that as fast as you can go?"

I roll my eyes. "This car doesn't have that great of an engine. Abner said its quite old. I'm guessing its a 1909 model, but I could be wrong."

"Since when do you know so much about cars?" He asks.

"I used to street race. I know these rubber band engines aren't worth much and don't run well while speeding, but find your self a dirt road or an empty field and you could go miles."

He gives me a speculating look and I have to look away, out the window. I can't handle those hazel eyes at the moment.

We pull up to the market place, and I park the car in a small alleyway.

"Alright, well the list says we need paper first. So, lets go." I walk boldly down the market place, Indiana trailing behind me.

"Excuse me, do you know where I can find paper?" I ask a random passerby.

"Try going down two blocks, and then make a right." He says, and I walk away.

We walk into this dinghy little shop on the corner of another alleyway.

"Hello?" I ask, opening the door.

A young man with an eye patch walks out from the back of the store.

"Hello young Lady. What can I do for you?" He asks in a silky voice that reminds me of a snake.

"I need two stacks of fresh paper." I order, looking him square in the eye.

He barks a few sentences in a language I do not know, but I see Indy narrow his eyes suspiciously.

"Hold on just a minute, it will be right out." He says.

I take a seat at a table as the eye-patch man vanishes.

Indy sits next to me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, daring to look at his face.

He doesn't answer, his eyes are measuring every inch of the room, as if calculating something that I have no clue about.

The eye patch man is back. I mentally name him Patches.

"So, what would a couple such as yourselves be needing paper for?"

"Oh, we're not a couple." I say brashly. "The paper is for my father."

"Is your father a native of Cairo?"

"No." I tell Patches. "We're here on an expedition. We're out in the desert searching for the-." I stop, seeing the look on Indy's face. Not only is it conveying two plain words: SHUT UP, but it is also looking extremely angry.

"Go on." Patches prods, leaning forward on the counter.

"We're looking for fossils. We heard there were dinosaur bones out there somewhere." I lie easily. It's my specialty.

A small boy brings forward the paper, I pay and then we both walk out. Indy's face is murderous looking, as he shoves his hands in his pockets and walks beside me.

I pick up the rest of the groceries and walk soberly back to the car.

"Dammit Marion, what the hell were you thinking?" He asks, slamming his fist on the dashboard as soon as we get in and close the doors.

"I was simply talking to Patches!" I explain defensively.

"Patches?" He asks, looking really confused.

"Never mind." I tell him, shaking my head. "It's not like no one knows we're here. A camp sitting outside of the city in the desert in not exactly unnoticeable!"

"Marion, they know we're here, but they don't know what for. If THEY found out what we were looking for, trouble would certainly spell out."

"Who is this THEY you are talking about?" I ask, my voice starting to raise.

"It doesn't matter." He dismisses. "You don't want to go blurting out things. You just don't. It's dangerous."

"Why?" I ask, now yelling. "Why is it dangerous? Who are we hiding from? Are we doing something illegal?"

I knew it, leave it to Abner to go looking for something without permission.

"No, it's not illegal." He says heatedly. "And we're not hiding from anyone."

I quiet down, my mind buzzing over with questions.

"I'll keep my mouth shut from now on." I promise.

"I'll have to make sure Abner gives you easier chores from now on." He jokes.

I look down, ashamed. Why the crap can't I do anything right?

"Hey there," He says, chucking my chin, "You're alright. A damn good liar, might I add."

I grin at him and start the engine.

This time, I REALLY go fast.

"Is this speed good for you?" I ask, as buildings fly by us.

I look over at him, gripping the seat with both hands and nodding dumbly, and let out a laugh.

Okay, I have a few more depressing announcements. I'm going on vacation for a week AGAIN. I leave on Sunday and come back Sunday and I'm going to a place where computers cannot be found. I'm sorry for the pain its causing you all and I love you all for being patient. Just hang in there. I'll try to update a few more times before I go.

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