The exhausted O'Connells shuffled into their Tudor Style mansion just over a week after the oasis of Ahm Shere disappeared beneath the Egyptian desert sand. The long journey back home had drained what was left of their energy after chasing Imhotep across the world to rescue their son. The adrenaline that had kept them going for days faded slowly as the dirigible floated peacefully away, the scene never once giving away the fact that many had died violent deaths, a war had been waged, and a vicious creature had been defeated.
The moon had lit the floor of the craft just enough so Rick could watch his son curled up on a heap of blankets, sleeping peacefully. His eyes slid to his wife, resting her head on his shoulder and breathing deeply. He could not hold back sleep any longer himself and they all felt the daze of fatigue as the ever faithful Izzy steered them back to his small airport.
Now home, Rick felt a familiar relief. Imhotep was dead. Again. His minions were defeated. Again. The world was saved because of Rick and Evelyn. Again.
The luggage, rucksacks and the like were dropped off in a heap by the door. Evelyn felt grimy. She knew exactly what she needed, a bath in her favorite bathroom. Wordlessly, the three O'Connells climbed the stairs. Alex collapsed onto his four poster as his parents made their way past his room to their own.
Evie gave her husband a warm smile before gathering a nightgown and making her way back down the hall. She knew something was amiss when she entered the drawing room. Chairs were flipped over, one chair in particular was in shreds and the wall was riddled with holes. Hafez had Ardeth had ordered his men to remove the bodies from the O'Connell's home in their escape but that didn't remove the bloodstains. With raised eyebrows, Evie pushed forward, stepping around the carnage and stepping into the doorway of her favorite bathroom.
With a sigh, she surveyed it and a frown spread across her face. The wooden door was splintered and she pushed it open, beholding what the destroyed door had only hinted at. The walls were riddled with holes, there was rubble everywhere, and the once beautiful stained glass window had been shattered. She closed her eyes, accepting the state of her home. Without opening them, she turned away from the scene and headed toward the closest intact bathroom to bathe.
Rick felt his wife snuggle up against him some time after he had already gone to bed. He inhaled, taking in her sweet scent as she lay her head on his chest.
"Evie?" He could tell that she was just moments from falling asleep.
"Hmm?
"No more adventures for a while, huh?" He said softly.
"Hm-mm." She cooed.
"You could work at the British Museum." He suggested.
"Mm-Hm."
He smiled and kissing her forehead before drifting off to sleep.
