The new corridor went on for some minutes before arriving at a junction.
"It's this way." Indy said, without stopping and heading toward the corridor slopping up. "Not so fast." Penny chimed. Indy stopped to look at her, expecting a reason.
She took Pica's torch and walked to a nearby wall. She brushed some of her dark, sweat drenched hair from her face and began mumbling to herself as she deciphered the symbols. "The grave robber seeks the Tanit Ankh. It's final resting place." Indy caught her mumbling something about curses.
After a moment she stopped. "Hm. It basically says left to the exit, right to the treasure, though I wouldn't trust it. It doesn't seem to have much to say for us 'grave robbers'"
"I've been called worse." Indy said, taking a look at the writing himself. After a moment he headed right, beckoning the others to join him. Pica unquestionably followed but Penny looked hopefully to the left.
"Hey, trust me." Indy said, looking back with a grin, extending his hand. Impossible to resist, Penny blushed and took it, allowing him to lead her to the Ankh.
It didn't take them long to come to the next gigantic room. This one was more amazing than anything in the temple so far. The room was lavished with golden trinkets and artwork, all adorned to the walls. It shone gold in the light from the two torches. Illuminating the beauty of ancient Egypt.
Penny's eyes lit up and grabbed a trinket, analyzing it and talking excitedly. Indy was looking for the ankh. He was disappointed when he didn't find it but noticed there was another door across the room, but it was closed off by a large stone slab. He moved to join Penny, deciding that they could always take a moment to view the antiques before continuing. Pica was crouching too, admiring the beauty of his ancestors.
Bending low to examine the pot she was holding, Indy rubbed his finger on the vase.
"What do you think, Early Dynastic period?" He asked, noticing the figures on the side.
"Actually, I'm thinking maybe as far back as the pre-dynastic period. See? Notice the subtle symbols along the rim?"
Indiana Jones nodded, impressed with his Spanish friend's knowledge of the history.
Indy stood up, noticing a golden object hung on the wall close to the entrance. He doubted it was the ankh but he reached to take a look anyway. As soon as he touched the golden object, he heard a familiar sickening click.
"Not again." He said out loud, and he expected the worse. Pica bolted upright and Penny dropped the vase as a rumbling noise echoed through the walls.
Slowly, Indy realized he was moving. With a sudden realization, he bolted back toward the wall. "Get back against the wall!" He said. He noticed the room was splitting slowly. Each side of the floor was sliding away from the middle, tucking itself into its walls.
Suddenly the entrance, the way they arrived slammed shut, but the slab of stone covering the other side suddenly opened. Indy thought himself in luck, thinking he could easily jump the gap. But his heart dropped when he saw what lay beyond the door.
Through the door he could see a corridor with swinging axe pendulums blocking anyway through the way. Indy had encountered these as traps before and knew they were incredibly difficult if not impossible to get through safely. He decided to take his chances in the room he was in.
The floor was split into two sections, the entrance and exit on each side of the split. With every second the split was getting bigger, opening up a chasm into inky blackness.
Frantically, Indy searched for a lever, a switch, anything to stop the floor splitting any further. He considered jumping across but realized braving the corridor would be suicide. He cursed himself for being stupid enough to set off the trap.
"What are we going to do!?" Penny screamed, pressing her back flat against the cold stone. Pica was doing the same, a panicked look across his face.
"Just hold on. Look for a lever, anything to stop the floor moving."