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Firstly, thank you ALL for reading. Secondly, thank you divergentlover523, TheSmee2000 for reviewing and faving...and following. Oh! And thank you TruestDreamer for following! Means a lot to meeeee!

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Be sure to check out my other fanfiction Untold Past to understand the charcater Meg/Menivia (and why Menivia 'lives' inside her), and perhaps what relationship she has with the other exhibits.

ANYWAYS, Please review, fav and follow!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NATM, AND THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. BUT I DO OWN MEGERA/MENIVIA, BERNARD, ELAINE, THE MINOR CHARACTERS THAT ONLY SHOW UP IN ONE CHAPTER AND THE PLOT OF THIS STORY

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AHKMENRAH's POV

I heard noises...of screaming...men screaming, animals roaring...I had to help. I pushed the lid of my sarcophagus.

Why. Is. The. Lid. Locked? You're kidding me.

"Heeeeeeeelllppp!" I cried, "HEEEELLLPPP" I banged my head onto the lip of my sarcophagus.

Ouch. I think I bruised my forehead.

Then there was a light. I tried to push the lid. No, it was locked. I searched for an opening - perhaps there was a crack on my sarcophagus.

No...the light came from...my bracelet.

Menivia- I MEAN MEG!

She must be somewhere near me.

I heard the sound of metal crashing. The locks beside me clicked. The lid shifted. White light attacked me. I blinked a couple of times to adjust.

"Ahk, you alright?" Asked Lancelot beside me, "I'm okay, Lance" I said climbing out my sarcophagus. "Where are we?" I asked.

This looked nowhere like New York or England.

Beside us were boxes. Mainly painted in red, blue, or green.

Miniatures from the roman exhibition in Britain popped out of their box.

We all looked around...where were we? Most importantly...why is Meg here?

SACAGAWEA's POV

Around me was darkness...I was lying down with comfortable...things...that smelled like plastic...PLASTIC

I was in a wooden crate, box...whatever you call it. My heart was racing. Why am I here? I banged on the lid of the box. It was locked...fairly reasonable...but I absolutely cannot be trapped in here for the rest of the night - and my life.

"TEDDY!" I cried, hoping my hero to help me. Then...white light shone brightly, someone had freed me from the darkness.

I could hear them getting out. Atilla and huns, the miniatures, Amelia, some mammals, Lewis and Clark, Eskimos and the civil war soldiers popped out of their box.

It took a while to adjust, but before I knew it, I was being pushed back. Men were screaming in a weird language that I couldn't understand. Atilla was trying to fight them, Dexter was pissing on them, and the lions scared a few of the men off. I heard the words "help" and followed by a scream and banging...I haven't heard such noise in years.

Men holding swords and guns pushed us in a...box.

We were trapped in a green box. Very much alike to how we were trapped back in the Smithsonian. Warriors of another state put us here. It was definitely not Kahmunrah since Larry had destroyed him once and for all, and it couldn't be Atilla since he's changed and his huns were inside the box with me.

"Where are we?" Asked Jed who was on Dexter, alongside with Octavius. The men outside spoke a funny language that no one around us understood. "More like why are we alive" said Amelia, "it's not a Saturday..."

It was true. Today was Friday. We're alive one day earlier.

Very odd.

A lioness and I put out ears to the opening of the box. The men that put us here were speaking in a tongue twisting language.

I banged on the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Is Teddy here?" I asked. Everyone looked around, "did anyone see him?" I asked once more. My reply was them shaking their heads.

My heart sank.

I wasn't with him...he wasn't here to help...we were very much alone.

TILLY's POV

"Why are you alive?" I asked. It was Friday. "It's only the afternoon..." The exhibits weren't supposed to be alive, despite what day it is, they shouldn't be alive at this time. "I am just as confused as you are, Tilly" said Teddy getting off his horse.

The guests looked stunned since the exhibits they were staring at started moving. I made a quick announcement to tell the guests not to panic, and that this is all technical, just a show...

I was lying straight through my teeth. What the bloody hell is going on...

Then, a phone call. It was Larry.

"Get to the Smithsonian! NOW!" he cried.

Wait...why?

"Why?" I asked, "THE EXHIBITS ARE ALIVE!" He shouted. "NICK's THERE AND HE SAW A MINIATURE PLANE BLAST THROUGH THE ROOF OF THE MUSEUM! IS AHK THERE? WHY ARE THERE NO NIGHT GUARDS OR SIMPLY, GUARDS THERE?" Larry's voice was panicking. "Alright, alright! I'm on it!"

"Teddy, I need you to be in charge. Smithsonian's in trouble" I said, "how about this museum?" he asked, "McPhee's still here," I said quickly. Hopefully they didn't know he was fired. He nodded and saluted me. Oh...so they don't know.

I quickly took a cab to the airport. On the way there, I called Larry.

"Why is the smithsonian alive?" I asked

"Nick said that Ahk's not there"

"Why is Nick there?"

"He's visiting Don's family along with his mom" Larry said with an unpleasant tone.

"How did he enter the museum?"

"He learnt from the best!" said Larry proudly. I chuckled.

"Where are you?" I asked, "are you going to meet up with us?"

"No, I'm in France. A friend of mine said that he needed help for some assignment he gave to the students" he explained.

Assignment...France...

"You might see Meg" I said quickly.

"Why?" he asked.

"She's in France!"

The cab stopped, I took out some cash in a hurry, dropping a few coins. "Sorry" I said to the driver, "keep the change" and with that, I ran into the airport.

"Really? I'll keep my eyes open. He did say something about Cambridge" he said

Luckily today was one of those days when I brought my passport with me. I needed to bring a file to work because of Madame, and in the file was my passport.

"Alright, I'm at the airport, I'll call you later, alright?" I said. "Sure" and I hung up.