Indy was standing outside the girls' changing rooms at the local clothing store reading the journal that his father had given to him. Meanwhile Serina was trying on some clothes that Indy had chosen for her that she would need on the trip.

"Indy is this really practical for the type of work we're getting into?" She called out from the changing room.

"We're going to do more than running and digging in the dirt. You're going to need to be able to blend in if we end up in a more formal setting." Indy responded as he turned the page. The door of the changing room creaked open and Indy turned to see how Serina looked. She wore a blue suit with a red tie. The suit's jacket fit loosely enough to hide her feminine features but without it on the pants that clasped around her waist revealed her feminine waist line. Along with the hat that she was still holding hostage sitting atop her hair that was slicked back slightly, she looked more like Indy's younger self than ever. Indy grinned as she slouched slight and put her hands in her pockets by habit.

"It's like looking in a much younger mirror." Indy said with a chuckle.

"Good to know. I'm trying on the other one now." Serina said returning to the changing room and removing the suit. Indy returned to the pages of the journal and read. After decoding some hieroglyphs and some clues Indy made out the directions and simplified them.

"'The staff of Isis can be found where the Blue and White river flow together through the tomb of the Goddess' confidant.' What does that mean?"

"What does what mean?" Indy turned to examine Serina's second set of formal attire. Now she bore an ankle length dress violet in color with a silver band around the waist and collar. Her shorthair was pinned back in a rhinestone studded hair pin.

"Very good." Indy commented.

"I've picked out some other more durable clothes for you to get dirty in." Serina returned from the changing room wearing a black tank top, her new leather jacket, and cargo pants along with the hat that was still being held hostage atop her head of short hair.

"Dirty? Ugh Okay but you should know that I don't do bugs or dead people…crap what have I signed up for…" Indy raised his eyebrows and chuckled as she took the clothes they'd picked out to the checkout desk.

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The pair of them were sitting in the park on a bench. Serina had assumed a slouched and boyish position and Indy continued to read over the riddle he translated from his father's notes. He continued to mumble the riddle to himself.

"The staff of Isis can be found where the Blue and White river flow together through the tomb of the Goddess' companion."

"What's that?" Serina asked, getting tired of the mumbling.

"Just a riddle." He replied.

"Just a riddle my ass."

"You kiss your future mother with that mouth?"

"Not typically." She said answering his rhetorical question acting more like a boy than she needed to.

"Just tell me already." Indy sighed and reiterated the riddle to his young companion.

"Well we know the blue and white river is the Nile." Serina stated.

"We do?" Indy replied in slight surprise that she had caught something he hadn't.

"What? Have you been neglecting your geography studies? The Nile has two smaller rivers that flow into it called the Blue Nile and the White Nile." Indy was surprised again.

"You're right." Indy said now remembering his geography.

"The goddess' companion is pretty self-explanatory. Which pharaoh was known for being close to Isis?"

"You mean it's back in Cleopatra's tomb."

"Bingo!" Serina exclaimed.

"Let's go get ourselves some tickets to Egypt shall we?"

"Whoa slow down." Indy said placing a hand on her shoulder and preventing her from jumping off the bench.

"What is it now!?" Serina said whining slightly.

"We'll go buy our tickets, but it would look too suspicious if I had you traveling with me since we have to formal relation what so ever."

"What can we do about it?" Serina was wishing now she hadn't asked. When they returned home after getting their tickets for the next day, Indy retrieved some clothes that he had bought without telling Serina and handed them to her.

"Put these on." Serina raised an eyebrow and held the clothes out to look at them. Her jaw fell and she looked at him with an obstinate look.

"No."

"Yes."

"I am not dressing like a submissive house wife of the 40's."

"You have no choice. Unless you want to deal with people starring at us and thinking I'm with a girl half my age." He made a valid point and held a pair of heels and a feminine hat with a ribbon and all on it out to Serina. She took them with a groan and retreated to her room and changed. She made the ends of her short hair curl slightly to give it a more feminine style. She looked in the mirror and shook her head. Already the heels were killing her.

"Ugh. I look like my mom." She said to herself. Indy was sat in the lounge reading the newspaper when Serina stepped back out of the room and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips.

"Look at the horror, you're putting me through."

"You look-" Indy was cut off. For a moment he wondered who was standing in front of him because it sure wasn't Serina. It looked like her but a good 10 years older making her about 26. Indy continued to look at her. Maybe it was just the clothes that made her look more mature but he couldn't be certain.

"You're starring. See I told you it was awful." Indy returned to his senses and shook his head.

"No, you look fine. You just look…older."

"Well thank you. That's what every girl at 16 wants to be told." When she said 'girl at 16' Indy was reminded of her age and she looked her age again too. Before he could speak up Serina already had left to her room and readied herself for bed. Indiana continued to contemplate what he saw. Was it the clothes, the lighting, or just his mind playing tricks on him.