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Harrison, Darcia, and Alastair stood before the Egyptian exhibit staring admiringly at Ahkmenrah's tablet.
"You got the stuff?" Harrison asked Darcia. Darcia nodded as she shrugged the shoulder the backpack was on. "Did we call Caspar and Beatrice?"
"They're busy." Alastair sighed then quickly added in a mocking tone. "It's date night."
Harrison rolled his eyes as he dug into Darcia's backpack and pulled out a pair of candles and odd amounts of ghost hunting technology. The five friends had bonded over ghost stories and ghost hunting. They all actually met at a ghost hunting convention.
Ahkmenrah's Tablet was the biggest story to have rumored to posses connections to the ghostly realm.
They planned on contacting the other side.
"Let's get set up." Harrison said as he began to light the candles.
"You sure the night guard won't catch us?" Darcia asked nervously. "Security is pretty tight here, or what if we set off the fire alarms?"
"Calm down, Darcia." Alastair said. "We'll be fine, we're just going to prove the myth of the tablet. At most we'll bring back a spirit from the other side."
The trio sat in a circle around the candles and equipment, holding hands and relaxing themselves.
"Should we start?" Alastair asked.
"It's not even sun down." Darcia said. "Shouldn't we wait until the sun sets?"
"We'll stay until morning." Harrison decided. "Alastair, you can start."
"We call upon ancient spirits." Alastair began. "Any spirits attached to the Tablet of Ahkmenrah."
They waited a beat before continuing.
"Is there anyone with us?" Harrison asked.
Static was only heard on their recording equipment.
"Can you tell us your name?" Darcia asked.
Silence.
The trio dropped their hands. Harrison glared at the tablet.
"Maybe we need to be holding the tablet." Harrison grumbled as he reached for the tablet.
"What do you think you're doing!?" Darcia whispered harshly. "You can't touch the exhibits!"
"Who's going to stop me?" Harrison whispered back. He grabbed onto the tablet and took it off of the pedestal.
Then the tablet began to glow.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY SON'S TABLET!"
The trio, startled, whirled around, Harrison dropped the tablet and Darcia screamed at the tops of her lungs.
Suddenly, time seemed to be moving in slow motion. Merenkahre, and Shepseheret froze in horror at the being that stood before the immobile students.
"Anubis?" Merenkahre murmured. "What are you doing here?"
Anubis adjusted his coat collar, turning it up to cover his neck, and glanced over at the Egyptian royals.
"Ah, Merenkahre, Shepseheret, it has been awhile." Anubis said coolly. "When was the last time we spoke?"
Merenkahre stood in front of his wife, a furious frown on his face and anger edging his features.
"Oh, right." Anubis stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, looking for something. "When you gave me your eldest sons soul so you could save your precious baby's life. How is he by the way? Still disrupting the laws of life and death, I see."
"Anubis, I know I swore this wouldn't happen again-"
"Silence!" Anubis snapped, his vibrant green eyes bore darkly into Merenkahre. "I allowed the man come in contact with the tablet because the previous guardians moved on, and I allowed the girl to come into contact with the tablet because of Seshat, now it is enough." He took the tablet front Harrison's hands as the students stood frozen in time.
"I am taking the tablet-"
"NO!" Merenkahre shouted.
The pharaoh continued to plead. "Please, j-just give us one more night to fix this. I beg you Anubis."
Anubis took in the pharaoh's appearance.
"Fine." The god handed to the tablet over to the pharaoh. "You have until tomorrow night at midnight to prove to me this won't happen again."
In a puff of smoke the God of Death disappeared.
Merenkahre held the tablet and turned to his wife, his eyes wide and his face pale.
"We need to find Brooklyn." He said then stared down at the students before them as they began to reanimate. "I think I know how to find her."
Brooklyn, now sitting in a late night café as she watched the last of the light of the sun disappear behind the London buildings, sipped at her coffee. She scribbled in her little black notebook about reminders and things to do as she read over students' practice essays. All of them rubbish, obviously, but she needed to do something to keep her mind off of the tablet.
Suddenly, her phone began to ring. Brooklyn, not glancing at the name on her phone, answered as she continued reading.
"Hello?" she asked tiredly and took another sip of coffee.
"Brook, I just got back to the apartment, there's a kid that broke in, how bad should I hurt him?" Nick said bluntly.
"What do you mean 'hurt'?" Brooklyn raised an eyebrow as she put her papers back down. Could it be one of her students? Would it be Harrison already? Well, she'd find out.
"Like, on a scale of one to dead, how hard should I hit him with this bat?" Nick replied, she could her him flip the bat in his one spare hand.
"Put the bat away, Derek Young-"
"You just mixed up the names of two baseball players."
"You really think I did it on accident? Just put the bat away, make sure the kid didn't pee his pants, and get him a drink. I'll be over in a minute." Brooklyn said as she began to pack her things.
"Can I at least rough him up a bit?" Nick whined. "Before you come in and kick his ass?"
Brooklyn narrowed her eyes and tried not to smirk. "No."
"Ugh!" Nick grumbled. "You don't let me have any fun."
"That's one of the points in being in a relationship, babe." Brooklyn teased. "And not allowing you to hurt this kid is for your own good. I wouldn't want you to break a nail." Before Nick could retort Brooklyn quickly hung up the phone, stuffed the last of her papers into her bag and ran off back to her apartment.