Indy sifted through the golden treasure to find anything that could help them. He looked to Penny. "We're going to get through this" He tried to assure her, though she seemed too terrified to hear him.

Pica's eyes darted back and forth to Indy and to the new corridor. Indy sensed what he was planned. "Don't try it, kid. We'll find a way."

Pica just shook his head.

"I mean it, don't do it. It's suicide." Indy warned, pleading the young man to stay with them.

With a desperate look on his face, he turned to Indy. "I can do it." And he leaped across the increasingly sized crevice and ran towards the corridor to dodge the swinging axes. Indy turned away and held Penny close, shielding her eyes from a fate he knew all too well. He felt her squeeze him tight.

Pica's scream echoed through the temple as he failed to avoid one of the axes. It split into him, killing him instantly. Holding Penny's shoulders he tried to assure her again. "We'll do this, honey. There has to be someway out of this." He let her look frantically through the treasure for any help while he peered into the corridor from the other side of the split. Angry, Indy saw the mangled body of his guide, and hoped that in his sacrifice the axes had been stopped. He swore out loud when he saw that he hadn't and the axes were still swinging mercilessly as ever.

Their room was getting smaller, there were only a few seconds until the floor completely tucked into the wall and they'd have no-where else to go but the dark chasm below.

Indy looked up at the ceiling, hopeful there would be something for him to whip to suspend them both in mid air avoiding the floor. No luck.

Indy was getting frustrated and his floor space was getting smaller. The chasm and their deaths crept on and on. Penny was crying. She had given up looking and had resorted to standing back to wall, flattening her body as much as possible. There was only about a foot of floor left.

In the rage of losing a kid under his responsibility and in the frustration of not finding a way out, Indy picked up an ancient vase and threw it with a shout into the chasm and turned his back.

Or, at least he thought he did. He heard the pot smash.

He span on his heels and nearly staggered (if he had the room) when he saw the pot shards seemingly levitating just below the floor. Confused, he worked it out just as the two ran out of room and dropped.

He grinned as he hit the floor. The real floor. It was a hard, clear transparent glass over the pit. It gave the illusion that there was no way out. The stone floor was only sliding over the tough glass.

"It must have been to lure us into the pendulum trap." Indy said, walking on the clear floor. As the last of the stone floor slid completely under the walls, the entrance of the room opened up again and the exit closed, leaving the body of pica behind for the next travelers.

Stunned, Penny scrambled trying to get back to the entrance, wanting to get off the glass as soon as she could.

"I didn't even know the Egyptians had this kind of material." She said,

"Yeah." He replied. He moved close to her and wiped a tear from her face. She looked up at him, her eyes darting from each of his. Indy lost his words and coughed awkwardly. He held his hand out to hoist her up, which she accepted without a word.

He shook is head in resignation at the strange room. A simple trick had nearly caused them all to throw themselves at certain death. "These guys were craftier that I thought."

Indy walked on and found himself back at the crossroads they had come to before.

"I guess you were right again, sweetheart." Indy said, locking eyes again with the historian.

She smiled weakly.

"I guess." She said, gripping on to the famous archeologist's arm as he started up the final corridor holding his burning torch up high to watch for any more deadly traps.