The newly activated statue was suddenly hurtling Peggy's way. She cursed as she side-stepped its outstretched arm just in the nick of time. Swiftly pivoting, she tracked the statue's rapid movements. True to form, this statue was faster and more adaptive at fighting than its predecessor. It turned and attacked her once more.

Panicking, Zdenka yelled, "I swear I did not touch anything."

"And we guessed right so far!" Dmitri accused the seated man.

The lion-cowled man stated smugly, "It is not just errors that cause them to awaken, but time is also a factor. Since you started the puzzle, they will awaken quicker and quicker."

"Figures," Peggy spat. She had no choice but to use the cool metal saucer to swat away the statues punching fist. Suddenly, its lightning-fast reflexes grabbed the disc and hurled it away.

"Hurry up, you two!" Peggy shouted when the blind effigy aided this one in cornering her.

Peggy leaped between the statue's flailing arms. Rolling, she grabbed one of the discarded brazier pans. She then flicked the disc at the fastest golden statue. It easily batted it aside as if it was a gnat.

The Russians heard Peggy grunt when she snatched up the last hot metal pan. The SSR Agent spun around just as the faster one raced up behind her. Ducking its swing, she slashed the blistering flat disc across its thick waist. As she dove to the side, Peggy used her momentum to assist in trying to cleave the body in two.

Unfortunately, the disc cooled off mid-way through the statue's torso, and she lost her hold on it when it became lodged in the golden effigy's gut. She tried wrestling it out but could not pull it free.

Peggy backed up as the speedier statue menaced toward her.

With no more braziers to light the darkened room, Dmitri grabbed a lit torch from the wall. He held it close to the bas relief of the Alexander Lighthouse so Zdenka could see the details better.

Nodding, Dmitri encouraged, "Alright, then that just leaves Giza and the Mausoleum. Tell me more about the days left."

"Let's see, Wednesday would be Mercury, and Friday would be Venus."

"We'll start on Mercury then. Which Wonder works best for it?"

After pursing her lips in thought, Zdenka said, "It is either the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus or the Giza Pyramids. The problem is, since both dealt with the dead, either one could work for Mercury."

Peggy yelled over, "How so?"

Zdenka muttered as she tried to figure this out, "Supposedly, the planet Mercury was linked to the Egyptian God Set. One of his many attributes was protecting the dead on their way to the Afterlife."

Running a hand through his hair, Dmitri asked, "Then what of the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus connection?"

"Well, if we use the Greek ideologies for Mercury, that would link to the God Hermes, the messenger, and herald to the other gods. He also served as a patron to travelers and was the transporter of the dead to Hades."

Dmitri frowned, "But didn't Hermes also link to the Artemis adventure with that peacock fellow?"

Rubbing her locket as she thought, Zdenka admitted, "True, but we already used Artemis for the Moon."

Now just as perplexed as Zdenka, Dmitri wondered aloud, "So which is it for Mercury?"

Lost in their discussion, they did not hear the grating sound that indicated that the fifth statue had come to life.

"Watch out!" Peggy shouted, and she raced toward them.

Placing herself between them and the newer statue, Peggy barely drew its attention away in time. She now battled the two faster statues and the blind one.

The SSR agent snorted in disbelief. And here, she had craved action and adventure. As Peggy avoided another large golden hand, she could not believe that she was starting to miss the tedium back in the DC office.

Paling at how close the attack had been, Zdenka stuttered, "Right, right. So which is the best one for that planet?"

"Any time now would be smashing!" A desperate Peggy hollered as she twisted away from the grasp of the newest and more aggressive statue, "Giza or the Mausoleum. Ah!" Surprised that she suddenly faced the blind statue, Peggy momentarily froze.

The sightless figure shoved her backward over the slithering carved-up statue that had somehow silently come up behind her. While she had been fighting the others, it had managed to procure both its arms. Though one was shorter than the other due to its elbow being lost somewhere in the chamber, it was just as determined as the others were to kill her.

Now it was Peggy's turn to crawl away as the quicker statues tried to snatch her up. Thankfully, their torsos were too stiff to bend and reach that low. Changing tactics, they now tried to step on her.

Peggy cried out when one heavy stomp glanced off her ankle.

Back by the Alexander Lighthouse relief, Zdenka murmured, "Alright, we need to compare our choices to Friday, which is Venus. That planet supposedly links to the Greek Goddess Aphrodite or the Egyptian Goddess Isis. Both were considered very beautiful and powerful."

"Hum, well, though the Egyptian Pyramids were amazing in size, I don't see them as beautiful," Dmitri admitted.

Nodding, Zdenka said, "And in Roman mythology, Venus was not only the goddess of love, sex, beauty, and fertility but also of victory."

"And the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus was built to show those siblings victory over their foes, and it was quite beautiful." Dmitri shrugged, "I guess that Wonder could work better for Venus then."

Peeved at their indecisiveness, Peggy panted between gasps, "Right, so Wednesday will be Giza, and Friday will be the Mausoleum. Now do it!" She rolled away from another descending golden foot and scuttled away.

Suddenly more fearful of her than the statues, the Russians hurried to complete the test. Hesitant, Zdenka's hand hovered over the two identical planets on the Alexander Lighthouse bas relief, "Alright, since we already succeeded with Sunday and Monday, help me figure out which planet is Tuesday's Mars."

As they continued to mull this over, Peggy had somehow found herself hiding behind the ornate throne of the seated man. Wheezing from exertion, she crouched low. Though relieved to have a few moments to catch her breath, her badly bruised ribs were on fire, making it difficult to do so.

It was a mistake to think that all the golden statues had missed her escape. She did not see the legless one as it crept toward her. Suddenly, it grabbed her boot and jerked sharply.

Yelping from pain and surprise, Peggy instantly lost her balance and fell onto her back. As the statue dragged her to its friends, she tried kicking free, but it held fast.

Ignoring the pain from her injured ribs, Peggy began to curl inwards to loosen her bootlaces. But before she could succeed, the statue twisted her leg, causing Peggy to flop onto her stomach. Still refusing to give up, she struggled to reach her shoestrings.

Peggy nearly had grasped them when multiple golden feet suddenly stepped into view. Looking up, she saw the three other statues crowded around her. When they tried to seize her squirming body, Peggy's scream was all fury and fear.

Seeing her friend in so much trouble, Zdenka moved to press what she hoped was the planet, Mars. Dmitri suddenly grabbed her hand.

"No, look what happens when the flame is close," he waved the fiery torch over the other similar planet, and it reflected red.

"Dmitri, you're a genius!" Just as Zdenka was about to press it, another unmoving statue instantly came alive and lunged at the Russians.

Peggy was too busy trying to keep all her limbs from being seized to focus on the Russians. Then the blind one somehow managed to latch onto one of her flailing arms. Between it and the legless one still holding her foot, they began to pull her in opposite directions.

She shrieked when the other two attempted to grab her other thrashing limbs. It appeared they planned on pulling her apart, much like what she had done to their friend.

Payback certainly was a bitch, she thought, horrified as she did her best to keep her remaining body parts writhing around too much to be snatched. Even the few dents she made with her fist and foot did not deter these merciless statues.

The one attacking Dmitri was just as relentless as those who surrounded Peggy. He ducked a swing and then waved the torch in the statue's face as he tried to keep this incredibly swift being away from Zdenka.

Desperate, Dmitri stabbed the torch into its face. The metal sizzled, and its features partially melted, but the golden effigy still fought ruthlessly.

While Dmitri battled for his life, Zdenka quickly pressed in Mars. She let out her held breath, relieved that it stayed down. She then heard Peggy's howls of distress.

Looking at the remaining Wonders, Zdenka realized that the next one was behind the statue that Dmitri was fighting. After an exhale of resolve, she began to race around them to reach the Giza relief.

As Zdenka was circumventing the frenzied attacks to reach the Great Pyramid's bas relief, a frantic Peggy was fighting back. Finally, she pulled back the soft metal fingers of the one clutching her arm to rip hers away. This enabled her to twist around so that her foot popped free of the tightly gripped boot.

Retreating, Peggy limped away.

Though she had escaped that fiasco with only a missing boot, she was running on fumes. Holding the side of her sore ribs, she did not know how much energy she had left. But she would be damned if it ended this way.

Hearing two of the statues almost on top of her, Peggy spun around. The one with a fire pan lodged in its gut and the other that had yet to take any damage faced her.

Each was a blur of motion as they fought as one. With no choice, Peggy had to take the lesser blows if it meant she would not get struck by the harder, more debilitating hits.

"Hurry!" she hissed to Zdenka as she dipped under a punch that opened her up to a strike against her back.

Just wanting to concentrate on getting to the next relief undetected, Zdenka blocked out the sound of Dmitri expelling a pained groan when the statue pummeled him.

As she tried to stay alive, Peggy vaguely kept an eye on Zdenka's rushed movements. Pivoting, she managed to elude most of the punch that glanced against her sore ribs.

Wincing, she saw that Zdenka had finally reached the Giza relief and held her stuttered breath.

The Russian Doctor stared at the Wonder in concern. Anxiously clutching her locket in one hand for luck, she pressed in the smallest planet that designated Mercury. It stayed compressed, and she sighed, relieved.

Dmitri must have been watching as well, for all three of their collective exhales was so strong that they nearly blew out the last remaining torches in the room.

With Dmitri barely keeping the statue at bay, Zdenka then dashed to Zeus and pushed in Jupiter for Thursday. Now with only two left, she rushed over and pressed the planet Venus in for the Mausoleum.

While she was doing this, the last statue came alive. It turned its golden head and watched where Zdenka was headed next.

The Russian Doctor darted toward the last Wonder's bas relief, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

Peggy dared to take her eyes off the two aggressive statues that attacked her. Horrified, she watched as the final and most dangerous statue charged toward Zdenka's blind spot. Ignoring the golden fist swung at her face, the SSR Agent hollered, "On your right, Doctor!"

Heeding the warning, Zdenka quickly looked over and saw that the quicker statue was trying to cut her off at the final bas relief. Paling in fright, her steps faltered. But then, hearing her brave friend's cries of torment and pain, she swallowed her fear.

Quickly gearing up her nerve, Zdenka raced toward the faster statue as they both neared the Hanging Gardens relief. Even going at full tilt, the Russian Doctor knew they would still meet right in front of it.

The statue beat Zdenka there in seconds. The immovable object now blocked her access to their salvation, its hands reaching out to stop her. But before the golden effigy could grab her, Zdenka suddenly pivoted to the left. Her eye on the prize, she ignored the statue as it immediately readjusted to intercept her.

Just as the gilded figure seized her, Zdenka lunged at the planet Saturn. Her fingertip barely nudged the button in, but it was enough. The ringed planet stayed down.

All the statues immediately stopped fighting. A golden fist was only inches away from Peggy's bruised cheek. Nearby, a stunned Dmitri was released and was dropped onto the floor.

Since the puzzle had been completed correctly, the lumbering statues went about fixing the room to how it first was. Silently, they placed the brazier pans where they had once rested, and instantly the fires relit unaided.

The Russians watched, amazed as the statue that Peggy had chopped into pieces began to reform. Soon it stood motionless above the gaping SSR agent. Her lone boot dropped unceremoniously at her feet.

Even the one absorbed into the wall was released, and it plodded back to stand beside the throne of its master.

After the remaining statue's assigned tasks had been completed, they began to shuffle back to their original positions. They then froze in place until they were needed once again.

Peggy would have laughed from astonishment if she hadn't been hurting so much. But instead, all she wanted to do was crawl into a nice soft bed. This entire adventure had taken its toll on her. Perhaps having a cushy desk job or being in a gunfight against Hydra wouldn't be so dull after all.

With it finally over, an exhausted Peggy stayed seated on the floor. She began to lie down but righted herself when she heard clapping from their host. The stubborn SSR Agent would be damned if that infernal man saw her curl up on the floor and take a nap.

She soon noticed that his grin was not condescending but impressed. After he finished his applause, he stood and shrugged off his burgundy robe. He wore the armor of a Roman General underneath.

Stumbling closer to him, Zdenka shook her head in disbelief, "With that lion's cowl perched on your head like a crown, I should have known who you were."

She explained to her scowling friends, "Dmitri, don't you recognize him from the mosaic in Naples I showed you last year?" A twinkle in her eye indicated that there was more to the trip than just an art lecture. "It was of his victory over Darius III of Persia."

While Dmitri smiled wistfully in thought, the seated man grinned, "Yes, Apelles of Kos did a wonderful job with my likeness."

As he remembered more, Dmitri blinked a few times in surprise, "You're Alexander the Great? No, that's impossible."

"Of course you are," Peggy said with a laugh. Figuring that this was all too bloody insane, she lay flat on the sandy floor.

Dmitri stuttered, "But your dead body—"

An assured Alexander interrupted, "Was never recovered."

Shaking her head, Zdenka insisted, "Scholars said that you were possibly poisoned or died from Typhoid Fever."

Enigmatically the once-great General stated, "And yet, here I am."

Adamant, Zdenka stated, "But you died in Babylonian in 332BC. True, your body was never found, but then historical research said that your General and trusted companion Ptolemy stole it and had buried you secretly in Alexandria, Egypt."

Alexander shook his head, "It was not he who had taken my body. My benefactors thought it only fair that since these so-called Wonders were part of my conquering realm, that I observe the final trial."

Zdenka glanced at Peggy and Dmitri, then squared her shoulders and asked, "Do you know who your benefactors are? Are they the Sea People?"

Easily he replied, "They never revealed their true selves to me. I only know that they were truly advanced, almost as if they were the Gods themselves.

Peggy snorted and contemplated the smooth ceiling above her. She frowned at the painting of a massive lion's head glaring down at her. She then sat up with a hiss of pain, cradling her bruised ribs.

Alexander grinned at them, "The three of you work very well together." He eyed Zdenka, "The scholar and her personal guard," he then smiled at Dmitri.

Studying Peggy, he grinned, "And the Amazon warrior."

He appraised her as she gingerly pressed her sore side. Murmuring, he stated, "I would have liked to have met your ruler. She must truly be a strong Amazon Queen to have you as her champion."

Peggy nodded firmly, "Yes, the Queen mum certainly is."

"Well, she would be proud that you three had finished the last test. You are a formidable team, and I am sure you will go far."

Dmitri glanced sharply at him, "You make it sound like the test is not over."

The once great General shrugged, "All I know is that you have not yet reached the end of your journey, for there is still one more place that you must go to before you get the treasure."

Curious, Zdenka asked, "And do you know what we'll find? Is it riches, technology, a means to correct wrongdoings?"

Alexander quirked a grin and replied, "I was only told that it is everything that one could ever hope for and nothing that one would ever expect."

While Peggy and Dmitri sputtered in protest, Zdenka frowned, "That is not an answer."

The ex-Roman General laughed, "Honestly, I am afraid I was given limited information." Acknowledging their incredulous expressions, he stated, "After I had awoken from my death, they told me that my task was to attend this Wonder. There was not much else they deemed to tell me."

Peggy asked, "Have many others completed this test?"

"So far, you are the first to do so," Alexander admitted. He nodded to the walls that held the bodies of those who had failed.

Looking horrified at the number of victims absorbed, Peggy murmured, "Those poor souls."

As the others clocked this revelation, Peggy counted her blessings. Frankly, this had been the closest she had ever come to dying in such a horrible fashion.

Ignoring the image of the lightning-fast golden fists coming at her head, Peggy studied the proud man standing before them. Surprisingly she felt bad for his situation and said, "Well, since the last test was finally solved, are you free to leave?"

He shook his head, "Sadly, being the guardian of the last Wonder, I am bound forever to stay here as a witness to those attempting the final trial. Others will eventually come, also seeking the last clue."

Peggy countered, "I doubt anyone else will show. The Zeus statue was completely demolished, clue and all."

Alexander seemed troubled by this and stated after a moment, "Perhaps other participants will adapt as you three have."

The SSR Agent then asked, "Do you know why most of the Wonders were destroyed centuries ago?"

Shaking his head no, Alexander explained, "Regardless if they are still standing or not, the Wonders only marked where each test was to be taken."

Realizing that they were not going to get anything more from him, Peggy tiredly shoved her foot inside her boot and noticed that there was now a rip along the seam. As she slowly rose to her feet, she said, "Well, then we best go."

Carefully, she dusted off her clothes and pouted at the state of her attire. It almost seemed comical how often her outfits were being destroyed during this 'little' adventure. She was tempted to ask Howard to invent an indestructible wardrobe but was leery of what he would come up with. Knowing his proclivities, it would probably be see-through and, thus, in his eyes, solve all her issues regarding ruined clothing.

Alexander grinned, "But don't you want your last location clue?"

Zdenka nodded empathically, "Go on."

The Roman General stepped aside from his throne. The odd Cuneiform design was revealed on the backrest of his throne.

After looking it up in her book, Zdenka murmured, "I believe it says "Center."

As the female Russian glanced from the page and back to the cuneiform, Peggy frowned, "The center of North would be the North Pole."

"I believe so, comrade Peggy," Dmitri supplied, and Zdenka nodded in agreement.

Smirking, Alexander stated, "Let me add to this. Find the center, and you will discover the entrance to the end of your travels."

His vague answers had Peggy rolling her eyes and Dmitri grumbling. An intrigued Zdenka mumbled, lost in thought, "Interesting."

Alexander smiled and added, "Good luck." Then, shrugging back into his robes, he sat down on his hard throne. His two golden sentries were stationed once more on either side of him.

As if knowing that the test was over, the fires throughout the room began to diminish.

Clutching her sore ribs, Peggy sighed loudly. She did not relish the thought of trudging through the freezing snow of the Arctic.

Hearing her frustrated exhale, Alexander smiled benevolently, "Do not worry, Amazon. I have heard that since this last task was the culmination of all your trials, it was the hardest one to conquer. You should run into no more trouble." Grimly, he placed his golden mask on once again.

A disbelieving Peggy shook her head and then inelegantly hobbled toward the ladder.

With the flames continuing to lower into darkness, the chill of the room began to creep back. Peggy fought to hold back a shiver as she hurried faster.

Zdenka looked as if she had more to ask Alexander, but obviously, the ex-Roman General was done answering questions. She and Dmitri quickly joined Peggy at the ladder.

Peggy pointed up and asked Alexander, "So, does the Lamassu statue move on its own?"

"Oh, sorry," and a contrite man manipulated a hidden lever on his throne. As the cold began to freeze him rigid again, he slowly positioned his hand back onto the arms of his regal throne.

They heard the faint grating sound as the overhead Lamassu statue moved backward. Way above, they could see a tiny pinprick of sunlight. This seemed to energize the tired group, and they hastily began the arduous trek back to the surface.

As the Russians began to climb, Peggy took one last look at the silent man who was forever entombed within these cold walls. It seemed as if the icy death had once more gripped him, and Peggy sadly shook her head at his plight. Immortality had a nasty price tag.

Once the dimming torch's illumination had extinguished, an exhausted Peggy followed the others up the ladder. The biting cold nipped at her bare back as if it was a nasty little dog.

Ignoring the throbbing ache from her ribs, she finally exited behind the Russians and into the bright daylight. She wondered when her fingertips would no longer feel numb from the piercing cold that had attacked her as they had climbed.

While the Russians began to trudge back to Howard's plane, Peggy hung back until the massive Lamassu statue had effortlessly rolled over the entrance. It would not due for some unassuming soul to fall into the pit.

Checking that nothing looked disturbed, she was relieved to see that the statue had changed back into its original bull form. No one should be the wiser as to what danger lies below, she thought, satisfied.

Sore from head to toe, Peggy carefully stretched her ribs. The long climb up had not helped matters. It felt as if the injury to her back from the crocodile attack was reaggravated as well.

Exhaling, Peggy began to limp away when she suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from the palace courtyard behind her. Due to being too stiff from her injuries and tightening muscles, Peggy could not dart behind the large guardian statue in time to hide. Instead, she winced at being caught. Slowly she pivoted around to stare at the older woman who had stopped short in front of her.

A surprised Agatha Christie stared in shock at the disheveled Peggy.

The older woman's astonishment was quickly dispelled. Raising her cane up as a weapon, Agatha challenged, "Who are you, and where did you suddenly come from?"

Using an American accent that hinged on ditzy, Peggy added her most beguiling smile in hopes of fooling the crafty mystery writer, "Um, sorry, I'm lost." Though with how unkempt she looked, she could actually be accused of vagrancy. She went to leave, but the unexpectedly spry Agatha was instantly in her path, blocking any escape.

She was a fast one, Peggy thought. Or perhaps she had become very slow, the SSR Agent ruefully countered. Either way, she had best be off.

Agatha must have seen the desperation in Peggy's gaze and insisted, "You could not have come from inside the Imperial courtyard, I was just there. Are you part of another excavation?" She eyed Peggy's dirty appearance and pursed her lips.

"Yes, yes, that is it." Hoping she played the airhead part well, Peggy did a nervous titter which caused the shrewd older woman to narrow her gaze at her.

"And that is a lie. I know of no other dig around here. So I will ask you again, young lady, who are you, and why are you here?"

Being too exhausted to play any more cat and mouse games, Peggy haughtily stated in her native crisp British accent, "Well, it seems that there are some mysteries that are never to be solved, Mrs. Christie. Now I must get back to my friends. Good day, madam."

Without another word, Peggy limped away as fast as dignity would prevail in her current state. Her flagrant disregard for proper manners left the Queen of Mystery's mouth gaping open.

Gritting her teeth, for every step jarred her aching body, Peggy finally reached Howard's plane. With Dmitri and Zdenka standing behind him, an oblivious Howard continued to chat up a storm with the Archeology Professor, Max Mallowan.

Both men were puffing away on cigars, unaware of those gathering around them. But Howard could not ignore the approaching Peggy, especially when he saw her clenched jaw and tight fists.

Finally acknowledging the Russians, Howard quickly introduced Zdenka and Dmitri as "My secretary and bodyguard." When an angry Peggy hobbled past them, he added diplomatically, "And this is my err, traveling companion."

Max beamed and then frowned at their scruffy appearance, "My, did you run into trouble?"

Peggy glanced over her shoulder and spied the inquisitive mystery writer scurrying quickly toward them. Hurriedly she stated, "Yes, something like that." She then pushed the Russians ahead of her and onto the plane.

"Come along, dear," Peggy growled dangerously, making Howard wince.

"Ah, well, as they say in Hollywood, that's my cue," Howard tipped his hat at Max. Then he and Jarvis dashed onto the plane just as Agatha arrived to stand at her husband's side.

Jarvis smiled fondly at the older woman as he pulled up the door to the plane. He then latched it tightly closed.

Knowing Peggy's look all too well, Howard did not say a word to her. Instead, he asked Zdenka, "Did we win anything for completing the last Wonder?"

Peggy answered crisply, "I am afraid not, Howard."

Disappointed, he asked, "Oh, then at least do we know where our final destination is?"

"Yes, the Center of North," Peggy snapped.

Howard's eyes widened huge, "The North Pole? Well, what happened?"

Dmitri and Zdenka began to talk at once.

Jerking her thumb at the window, Peggy interrupted them before they could get into a full-blown recounting, "Just get us into the air before that cagey old bird tries to stop us."

Nodding quickly, Howard darted into the cockpit.

Peggy went to join him when Jarvis said, "Not so fast, Miss Carter. It appears that you were injured."

"I am not—" she began to protest, but Jarvis shook his head 'no' and pointed to the back of the plane.

She winced when she automatically crossed her arms defensively across her ribs. "Fine," Peggy grumbled. The SSR Agent then staggered as gracefully as possible to the rear of the plane.

Before he followed her, Jarvis said over his shoulder, "And you are next, Dmitri."

The Russian shrugged. He sat next to Zdenka as she went over a map to see exactly where they were headed.

As they did so, Howard started the plane, and in moments they had lifted off.

A short time later, Peggy stumbled out from behind the temporary curtain and loudly tromped down the walkway. Entering the cockpit, she slumped into the co-pilot's seat next to Howard. She tried to mask her wince when she delicately held her wrapped ribs.

Since her own was damaged beyond repair, Peggy had changed into one of Howard's shirts.

Seeing her in it had the millionaire thinking that she looked better in it than he ever could. Wisely he kept such observations to himself. He noted that she also had various bandages covering cuts and that her cheek was already a deep purpling bruise. Not to mention her breath smelled slightly of brandy.

Howard's barely stifled grin nearly had her swearing. "It was for medicinal purposes," Peggy stressed adamantly. Jarvis had insisted that the restorative was just what she needed to forget her aches and pains. More likely, he knew the alcohol would make her sleepy, and she stifled a yawn.

She blurrily looked over at Howard, "You know of a place we could get supplies to survive the northern cold?"

He smiled, "Yeah, there's a place in Greenland that should do."

"And are you alright to fly us all those miles? You must be as tired as we are."

Touched, he smiled at her concern, "Not to worry, Peg. If needs be, Jarvis can spell me if that happens."

She nodded, her eyes already becoming slits. Peggy vowed to Howard, "Alright, I am just going to rest my eyes for a moment. Wake me when we get to your secret destination." And then she shut them.

Howard smirked when he heard the snore emulating from her.

Peggy did she awaken for quite some time.

Frankly, Howard just did not have the heart to rouse her from her much-needed slumber.

[END NOTE - It was difficult to confirm whether Alexander was alive when all the Wonders had been completed. Some say he was not, while others contend that he was. If anyone knows, please tell me. Though it is too late to change this, it still would be gratifying to know if what I had researched was accurate.]