Soon as Daniel tried to explain and the hall had become quiet. The many rows of chairs stood still, mocking him, as Daniel felt, in his time of humiliation. Exhausted Daniel stepped down from the podium and setting himself down at one of the closer chairs. Daniel proceeded to remove his glasses, taking a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe them clean.

So what now? Sighing heavily Daniel looked up pondering on his options. He couldn't go back home now that the eviction notice was there. His grants were all used up so there was nothing there. Looking around again to see if anyone was left, a sagging ache of disappointment churned in Daniel's insides. Quickly he put his glasses back on, getting up to collect what little belongings he had. This didn't take long as all he had were a couple of clothes and books of translation and reference. A half and hour past and Daniel was bustling out of the hotel. The sky had turned an ash grey and rain was pouring heavily.

Hoping to find a shelter to stay at for now, Daniel raised his hood and walked out of the hotel, feeling the pounds of the rain hit at him in alarming numbers. He turned to the right onto Harold Street.

"Dr. Jackson!" Daniel turned at the sound of his name, to see a man in a navy blue uniform and hat ran up to him in great speed. Confused, Daniel smiled and approached the man as he came.

"Yes," he asked, bending as thee weight of his bags started to make his back ach. The man stood broadly and was at least six feet tall. Daniel couldn't make up his face, as it was clouded by the pouring rain.

"Sir please come with us there is someone who would like to speak to you please," the man asked politely motioning his head towards the car right in front of the hotel, while reaching to take his bags. Daniel hesitated wondering who would want to talk to him after the poor attention put on his seminar.

"Who?" he asked looking down at the car's window. There was the form of a woman inside, but nothing Daniel could make out.

"Please sirs I'll look after these for you, please come inside." Daniel looked up, and hesitantly gave his bags over to the man. He went inside the car, taking off his hood as the door closed.

"Dr. Jackson, these are your parents are they not?" Asked an old but vibrant voice. Surprised Daniel turned to see a familiar photo being passed in his direction. Mom. Dad. Confused Daniel glanced at the old woman, as she peered at him through his thick-rimmed glasses. A sudden wave of sadness came over as he thought about his foster parents; as they were the only ones he could ever remember having. Looking at the photo for another minute before handing it back, Daniel answered her in his curt voice.

"Foster parents," he corrected. She nodded taking the photo back and placing it into her folder that had his name on it. Daniel's expression remained suspicious, as the woman didn't say anything for a while. Daniel suddenly became annoyed, he didn't having this woman digging through his life and questioning him about it.

"What exactly is all this about?" he asked in a curt but polite tone, motioning his hand at the man at the window. Without looking at him she answered.

"Job." Resisting the urge to snort in disbelief, Daniel stared at her waiting for her to explain in detail. She stared back not saying a word. Daniel's patience started to wear thin.

"What kind of job."

"Translation," she said pausing for a moment. She looked up smiling at him politely. "Ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphs, interested?" Daniel stared at her in disbelief, doubting her every word.

Turning to leave he said, "I'm going to go now." The woman scoffed taking off her glasses and looking at him straight in the eye.

"Go where? You've just been evicted from your apartment, all your grants have run out. Everything you own in in those two bags out there." She paused motioning her hand to the window. She took out an envelope, handing it to him. "You want to know if your theories are right, this is your chance." Daniel stared. Everything she said, of course, was true no matter how much he wanted to deny it. Looking down he nodded his head. There isn't any harm in accepting this, I supposed.

Daniel's eyes roamed over the envelope and he accepted it. "What's his?" He asked. The woman smiled.

"Travel plans."