Disclaimer: I do Not own Raiders of the Lost Ark or any of the Indiana Jones adventures. Nor the characters (except my own) or any other copyrighted material.

Written for entertainment purposes ONLY.

The next day, Syrena awoke to a blinding light shining through her bedroom window. She forced herself out of bed (despite the light brightly shining in her eyes) and got herself ready for school. After school, Syrena, ran up to her room; changed out of her school clothes, and into something comfortable. She put on her maroon knee length dress, with little white daisies speckled over it and the matching buckle. Her hair was done in a low bun with two braids weaved around and underneath it; a typical up-do of the 1930's for young woman.

Next she applied light mascara and a little eyeliner; added with some light blush and reddish-pink lipstick. Finally she clasped on her gold heart shaped locket with the letter 'S' engraved on it, given to her by her grandfather.

Once finished, she looked down at the watch on her wrist. It read 2:42. In eighteen minutes she would have to be at Professor Jones' house. She knew that her mother did not want her to go, but she came up with a plan. A plan that would make them both happy.

"Mom!" she called upstairs. "I'm going to Susan's house to study."

Mrs. Lamont peeked around the corner of the staircase and quizzically asked her daughter, "What are you two studying for?"

"Chemistry. We are having a huge exam in that class next week, and I need all the practice I can get. Besides, as you are well aware I am currently terrible at chemistry."

Her mother chuckled. "Well alright. What time will you be back home?"

"Oh around…five."

"Okay. See you around five then."

Syrena ran up the stairs and hugged her mother. Next she went back down the stairs to strap on her winter boots and jacket. Then she went out the door and into the driveway. Syrena trudged through the snow to get to the car. Once inside she, hopped into the driver's seat, put the key into the ignition and drove off, in hopes that her mother would not know where she was really going.

When she finally pulled into his driveway, she noticed her Professor's home was a tall two-story-brick house, with a dark brown door, and matching shutters on the windows. His home was nothing at all of what Syrena had pictured. It even seemed nicer than her own house.

Syrena walked up the three steps, leading to the door and rang the bell. It didn't take long before he opened it.

"Good, you are right on time." He sounded surprised. "Please, come in." As Syrena walked through the doorway she became overwhelmed with all the ancient artifacts and treasures that accumulated the living room. Syrena knew of Professor Jones' adventures somewhat, and how he only would part-time because of the findings he needed to gather. But what she didn't realize was how many he actually had; representing all of his amazingly-different adventures.

Next, Syrena spontaneously walked over to Jones' desk in the living area. It contained several different photos. One of the photos was older. It was Jones' school picture, probably from when he was about 8 years old. Another photo he had was more recent. It was a photo of him with a woman. She had blonde curly hair and was wearing a white men's button down shirt. There was also a boy in the photo. He was Asian and appeared to be just a little older than her brother. He was also wearing a Yankees' hat. Jones and the woman were grouped together in the photo, nicely standing close to each other. The boy was in the background; sitting on top of an elephant. Syrena couldn't help but smile. It was nice looking.

Syrena whispered to her professor, "Wow… Is this all yours?" pointing out all the different artifacts.

He chuckled, "Yep. Every bit of it."

"Is it ever scary?"

In response he asked confused, "Is what scary?"

Syrena clarified, with a feeling of embarrassment washing over. "You know. Retrieving the artifacts, keeping the bad the guys from taking them away from you…everything..."

"Well…" Professor Jones was now trying to find the right words, "I mean it is dangerous. My life is always at risk and you never know what might happen. I always have to stay alert. So, I guess you could say it is scary at times."

There was a brief pause between the two, before Professor Jones asked, "Would you like something to drink before we begin? I have water, orange juice, and milk in the refrigerator."

Syrena thought about her choices for a moment before answering, "I'll have some water please." As Professor Jones went to get her beverage, Syrena walked over to the radio on the kitchen table. She listened to the crackling white noise as the weather report played. "Snow will continue to fall here in Bedford. Roads will become icy from the upcoming storm, and we recommend people staying indoors. No going to the market for food and students are strongly, recommended staying, in their dorms. The storm should clear up by tomorrow by 1:00 pm. Thank you. That is all."

Professor Jones then looked at Syrena, knowing she'd have to spend the night. While she looked back at her Professor with dread; for she knew she would have to call her mom to let her know that she couldn't, come home.

"Well," he began, "I guess you'll have to spend the night here."

Slightly feeling anxious, Syrena replied, "I'll have to call my Mom first. You know, to let her know I'm staying here."

"Of course. The phone is right down the hall over on the left."

"Thank you."

Syrena pondered about what how she would tell her mother about her having to spend the night at her Professor's. She couldn't let her know that she was there, but at the same time, she couldn't leave either. So she decided to call Susan first. If Susan would cover and pretend that Syrena was staying the night there, it might just work.

"Hi, Mrs. Vanfuller, this is Syrena. Is Susan available?"

Susan's mother answered, "Oh yes! Actually, Susan's in her room. Reading that Vogue magazine you lent her. Just a moment..."

There was a brief pause and a muffling on the other line of the rotary while, Susan's mother went to get her.

"Hi Syrena," Yawned Susan. "How's the studying coming?"

"Susan, I would like to ask you a favor…" Syrena said, unsure of how Susan would respond.

"Sure, go right ahead."

"Okay, right now the roads are extremely icy, and I have no way of getting home so I'll have to spend the night at his place."

"Whoa? Are you serious? Aren't you like, in love with the man?"

"Susan, listen, I need your help. My Mom thinks I'm at your house right now. She cannot, and I repeat, CANNOT, know where I am. So I need you to pretend that I'm spending the night at your place. Please?"

"My lips are sealed. I'll cover for you."

"Excellent. Thank you so much!"

"No problem. But you owe me one Syrena Lamont!" Susan said, pretending to be mad, but at the same time meaning it.

"I promise, you won't regret this."

And with that they both say good bye and hung-up. Next Syrena dialed her home number hoping her mother would pick up. She did.

"Hello, the Lamont residence?"

"Hi Mom, it's me."

"Oh, hi Syrena. What do you need? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. But I'll have to spend the night at Susan's. The roads are too dangerous to travel on."

"Alright. But you'll be back tomorrow morning right?"

"Actually the radio station said the storms' supposed to die down by One. I should be home shortly after."

"Okay. You be safe. And thanks for calling. Love you."

"Love you too."

As Syrena hung up the phone again, she turned around to go back to the kitchen when her heart went up into her throat. Professor Jones is standing right behind her.

"Sorry," he began, "didn't mean to startle you. I was just making sure you had everything settled. Your water is on the table. We can study whenever you are ready.