As they boarded the plane headed for Egypt the next day, Serina was once again in her 40's housewife attire and Indy was once again baffled by the appearance of maturity Serina had. Despite his wonderment, he decided not to say anything due to her expression of discontent. If she was this obstinate and carried this air of nonconformity on a regular basis he could only wonder the trouble she caused. Then again, things were probably much different here than from when she was from.

The flight was a long one and most was spent in silence, but being so interested in his companion and not wanting to take any risks Indy decided it would be wise to learn more about her.

"Can I ask you some questions?" Serina looked to him her expression unchanging.

"You've never hesitated in the past."

"If you aren't a German spy or any type of spy for that matter, then how do you know so much about me?"

"You wouldn't-"

"Believe you?" Serina chuckled.

"You're catching on."

"Are you going to give me another ridiculous answer?"

"Are you going to be closed minded about it?" Indy shook his head and Serina continued.

"You're adventures from when you were a small boy of 9 all the way up to your 60's are made into films." Indy laughed at this.

"See, I told you that you wouldn't believe me."

"A film star is the last thing I could see myself as."

"You're actually one of the most famous movie stars I know of in my world. You have a lot of fans." Serina smiled at him genuinely. He smiled back happy to see that the topic had eased the tension on the plane considerably before landing in Egypt. The two of them found a hotel to stay in and Serina wasted no time discarding her costume and replacing it with her Young Indiana one.

"Yes! Freedom from conformity! Oh if only I could get a picture of me like this. A sepia toned photo of me and Indiana Jones in Egypt in the 1940's. Can you see it?" Serina's young star struck spirit definitely showed as she chattered and jumped about the room.

"Calm down, kid." Serina stopped her celebrating and gave him a look. Indy corrected himself.

"Sorry. Serina. We'll get one tomorrow, just don't make so much noise. You'll attract attention."

"Look, from what I've seen you always end up in trouble even if you do lay low so I don't see why we need to be so careful."

"Better to be safe than sorry."

"Point made. There's no way the German's know we're here is there?"

"I don't think so, but don't let your guard down." Indy reached into one of his bags and pulled out a gun handing it to Serina. She grinned and took it in her hand. It was an old fashion 1944 revolver. She had a thing for guns since she started watching action animes. Indy noticed her expression and watched her pose with the gun curiously. Typically when he'd given a woman a gun in the past they protested violently. Serina's excitement soon left her when she realized something.

"Uh, Indy."

"What is it?"

"I don't know how to use a gun." He figured that was the case. With a sigh he stood from his spot sitting on the bed quickly took the gun from Serina before she could accidentally pull the trigger.

"The only thing you have watch out for is the recoil. You have to keep your arm straight and aimed at your target."

"What about the safety?"

"Safety?"

"Your guns have safety locks don't they?"

"I've never heard of safety locks."

"I guess they haven't been invented yet." Serina bit her lip at this and shrugged.

"Oh well we'll just have to hope it doesn't go off unexpectedly. It's getting late. I'll see you in the morning." Serina waved her hand tiredly at Indy with a yawn and went back to her room. The rooms this time weren't as basic as the hotels they had stayed in when she appeared here. She fell into the bed and found it surprisingly comfortable. Typically when she jumped worlds where ever she stay felt very distant and uncomfortable. Maybe being in a hotel made her feel like she was on vacation. All be it a very dangerous vacation but a vacation none the less. As she lied there, sleep came easily and morning arrived all too soon. The young Jones look alike was sleeping soundly when there was a banging on the door of her room. Serina lifted her head from the pillow.

"Go away!" Her head fell back face first into the pillow.

"This is ridiculous." Indy scratched his head and thought for a moment then came up with an idea to use her fondness for souvenirs and memorabilia to his advantage.

"You still want to get that iconic picture don't you?" There was a thud and Indy stepped back from the door wondering what had happened. There was more scuffling and groaning before heavy footsteps came stumbling towards the door and it flung open. Serina leaned in the doorway and gave Indy a grin.

"Let's get that picture." She walk ahead of him down to the lobby.

"Just wait until the girls see that I met Harrison Ford."

"Who? Oh wait, that's me isn't it."

Indy found them someone who could take their picture and told them to have it developed as soon as possible.

"How long is that gonna take?"

"I don't know. A day at the earliest."

"That's so long! I'm really starting to miss 21st century technology."

"Alright, quit moping it's time to head back to the sphinx."

"Oh but Indy couldn't I look around just a little bit more? This is the first place I've been to out of the United States." Indy groaned but he couldn't resist her begging eyes.

"Fine, 10 minutes. Okay?" Serina smiled and hugged him bouncing slightly on her tip toes.

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you." Serina raced off into the market place around them, her face alight with excitement. Indy smiled. He remembered the last time he traveled with a kid. A small Chinese boy nicknamed 'Short Round'. The kid was nice and had a great sense of humor but he was too talkative. He also never listened to Indy. Serina could be a bit mouthy for Indy's taste but when she needed to be she provided a good relief of tension. If Indy ever had a kid he hoped it was a girl. Serina was enjoying herself at a tent with more feminine items that weren't typical of her taste. She came across a gilded mirror encrusted with rhinestones. Serina wasn't the vain type but the engravings on the mirror were intriguing to her. She took a closer look at the mirror before turning it over and looking at the reflection. At first all she saw was her boyish appearance but before she could make out the dangerous figure approaching her from behind there was a cotton rag placed over her mouth and her vision faded to black.