The museum took a difference appearance in the darkness with no light from anywhere but the moon that shined brightly above, what looked normal in the day, turned frightful in the night, from replicas of wolves to the plague doctors that treated Black Plague sufferers — even the Doctor didn't care for the replica of the plague doctors, so much he steered clear of them, refusing to even look at them in their fake eyes, almost out of habit, something that Taylor caught on instantly, and wanted to know why.

Leading them through the latest corridor, there's a change in the Doctor as he hesitantly tells Taylor about things lingering in the dark that looked like plague doctors — but weren't and there's consequences for getting on their bad side.

Unlike the arapulo, these ones were dangerous to all and any who so much as have a persistent cough, and they primary came out at night in the darkness.

The seriousness in his voice led Taylor into believing him that there's other things that went bump into the night, causing Owen to sheepishly ask if they're here on Earth, too.

"In my findings, I believe they all originated on Earth — formerly human males, to be precise," the Doctor tells him, but again, the candidness and seriousness in his voice didn't ease Owen.

Jessica grew frightened, sputtering that this is only a joke someone put them up to, that it'll end up as a camera crew blinding them in the face with flashing bulbs.

Alas, despite trying to find a scientific reason in this near-impossible situation, nothing came for Jessica, and she's forced to reel in the fact there's things that walked among them that nobody knew existed, that's a terrifying thought unto itself!

"How does an alien rule Egypt, where did it even come from?" Owen questioned how an alien that didn't originate from Earth arrive and not have lingering ramifications.

He heard back from the Doctor, telling him that it likely came through a tear that naturally forms periodically, from its home world, and when the tear naturally closed, it couldn't return, leading it to remain where it arrived.

How it managed to rule for a time, well, pure luck, its arrival easily marked something for the people at the time, they revered it as a deity, and then some.

As with time, everything got lost in the sands, and nobody knew about this ancient history until now, but that said, this alien species wasn't a native to Earth.

Doesn't seem like there's any more present, this's the only one, they tended to be solitary wanderers, anyhow.

"Shh!" The Doctor sharply silenced them as he stopped them midway between the exhibits for natural history and the Bronze Age, there's movement ahead of them, clattering as something moved among the replicas.

Sounds of something being ripped open, the ripples of liquids dripping onto the plaster figures of people done up in peasant attire.

Struggling, the three attempted to see better where they stood, but it's impossible as the darkness remained impenetrable to the device held by the Doctor.

Smelling the air, Owen whispers, "Oy, that smells like my lunch!"

Cornish hen sandwich, no onions, no lettuce, and a thermos of soup, complete with a bottle of his favourite drink.

"Bloody hell! I paid for that!" Owen was displeased that an alien's eating what amounted his lunch, but Jessica and Taylor put him in his place, by asking if he wanted to go up to the alien and complain about it, causing him to grow silent as his eyes widened at the thought.

Turning towards her, the Doctor asks Taylor, "Are you ready?"

Chewing on her bottom lip, Taylor swallowed the pit in her throat as it seized up, the thought of her communicating with an alien, but here she was, being asked to do just that.

"He cannot hurt you as long as you are not a threat to him," the Doctor reminded Taylor that she wasn't at risk of being killed, the fact she can speak and understand ancient Egyptian, should bee enough to put the arapulo at ease.

Chewing on her inner lip, Taylor slowly nodded as she accepted her role as mediator.

Slowly, she followed the Doctor who led her forward, guiding her, towards a black lanky shadow moving among the replicas as it leisurely drank the soup from the thermos, using it to emulsify and consume the Cornish hen sandwich.

The closer she gotten, the more she smelled the soup, from the broth to the herbs and spices used, Owen's favourite, beer cheese soup with bits of bacon and tortilla chips.

"Stop!" The Doctor whispers to her, preventing her from going further, they're close enough that it'll give the notion that they understood that this was an important figure, and to be respected.

Her heart racing, Taylor braved speaking with her first alien.

She jumped nearly a meter up when she heard the arapulo speak aloud, gurgling as it swallowed the food it stole from Owen, Taylor mentally translating, "Is that my servant?"

Voice nearly cracking, Taylor responded, slowly trying to translate the words, "No… my… liege… there is a misunderstanding."

There's movement, the four arms helping the arapulo came down from its spot, coming towards her.

In her mind, Taylor wanted to run, but knew she had to stay, something in her told her, that she had to do this.

"Speak up, girl!" Shouted the arapulo as it demanded Taylor to speak up and she firmly asserted that there's a misunderstanding — the pharaoh did not awake in his proper tomb, he woke up in a museum.

As it came towards them, Taylor sees the pinprick eyes in the hue of the light, and a chittering noise as it stopped short of them.

"Have my people betrayed me?" Asks the arapulo as it grew irritated, Taylor quickly telling it that they've died, it's been over four-thousand years.

Hearing this, the arapulo's aghast as it responded with a sharp, "Liar!"

When it ruled over the Egyptians, the arapulo was beloved, they revered it as their pharaoh, giving it gifts in the form of jars filled with the finest fruits, honey, and alcohol.

Though times soured, as there was an attempt by its priest, hungering power, poisoning its jars with some type of plant, sent it into a shock, fooling its people into believing that it died, when in fact it's alive, having gone into a deep slumber while its body rid the poison.

The high priest didn't know it, believing the arapulo was just as susceptible to the poison as the humans.

"Where is he?" demanded the arapulo, wanting revenge for the attempt on its life.

Stiffly gesturing, Taylor answers, "He's dead! Your high priest died of sepsis!"

In the hieroglyphics that she's able to read, Taylor saw the story of the high priest end in an ironic fashion.

Celebrating his victory over the arapulo, the newly positioned pharaoh celebrated with a chariot race, resulting in an accident where his chariot gone over the uneven course, sending him over, causing him to clean break his leg in three places.

Sepsis took him within days at most when his servants attempted to ease the pain, causing the sharp pieces of bone puncturing the muscles and veins, if not for the sepsis, the blood loss from that would've killed him.

"There's no one left to punish!" Taylor tells the arapulo as it came closer to her, she smelled the fermented fruits on its breath, smelling heavily of vinegar.

Understandably, Jessica and Owen fled from the alien, unable to stay close to it any longer, fearing it going off on them, leaving only Taylor and the Doctor to handle the situation on their own as the arapulo's focused on Taylor.

"Miss Taylor, tell I am the stranger from the stars," the Doctor gestures towards Taylor as she hesitantly nods, before doing just that, relaying this to the arapulo, pointing towards the Doctor.

It's shiny black pinprick eyes focused on the Doctor, there's a shift in the arapulo's personality as it uttered a surprised, "The stranger from the stars!"

Tilting her head confusingly as the alien shifted in its spot, studying the Doctor with curiosity, soup dripping from its black spiny teeth as it circled the Doctor.

"Th-the stranger from the stars?" Taylor blinks as she sees the alien coming around to face them, again.

The arapulo calmed as it tells Taylor, "The stranger from the stars comes seeking what is lost, and I am a stranger from the desert, that which is lost."

Amazed by the sight, Taylor relayed this to the Doctor, who nods, as he proceeded to have a conversation with the arapulo, before encouraging it to leave through an unseen tear that will take it where it wanted, he promised.

Shockingly, the arapulo agreed to the terms, deciding that it didn't belong here, that without its people to rule, it had nothing else, though seeing the museum in its enhanced vision, it'd appear the arapulo became inspired elsewhere.

"That liquid, it didn't have much taste, anyhow," the arapulo's disposition with Owen's soup, deciding though the Cornish hen sandwich was a bit dry, even liquified by its stomach acid, it did like the drink Owen planned on having with his lunch.

The Doctor relayed instructions to Taylor for her to translate back to the arapulo and it followed them, leading it disappearing through a bright crack in the wall that wasn't there before.

As soon as it appeared, the crack disappeared, reverting the wall as it normally looked, causing Taylor to walk up to it, trying to feel for the crack.

"It's complicated," the Doctor summed for her as he stood near her while she glimpsed back to the wall, amazed that the alien went through it, but it's solid to the touch.

Getting her attention, the Doctor then tells her that for her sake, she and him needed to provide a story to the authorities that'll be arriving to the museum.

"Aliens don't exist in this world, you see, this's a rare occasion, but this level of excitement isn't something this world needs," the Doctor explains his reasoning as Taylor cautiously listened to him. "This is why we will have to lie. Can you do that?"

Hearing how she'll have to practically gaslit Jessica and Owen into believing that there's no alien resulted in Taylor uttering, "This is insane!"

A weak shrug, the Doctor explained that it did sound insane saying it out loud, but they didn't want the ensuring chaos of an alien being discovered in Giza.

"How… how would we do that?" Taylor sheepishly asks what the Doctor had in mind and he had her come with him back to the… police box?

Casually, the Doctor opened it and Taylor cautiously followed him inside, where he and her worked out a way to ensure that this didn't get out of hand more than it needed.

The Doctor admits that he hated lying, but in situations like this, he didn't have a choice.

So, he decided that the museum had an undetected gas leak, it ended up affecting the three after hours of exposure, and they hallucinated the arapulo.

Mass hysteria and all that.

"But, what about the mummy?" Taylor brings up that he hadn't discussed how to explain away the missing mummy, but the Doctor calmly tells her that he has a plan for just about everything.

Wincing, Taylor muttered, "Poor Herbert's going to have a heart attack!"

She watched as the Doctor went up to the console, his hands moving around, pushing buttons, pulling levers, typing, when he finished, he calls out to Taylor to come to him and she does so, when she did, he shows her the monitors above the console, the scrawls detailing a report of the gas leaks.

Pulling something out of his pocket, shoving the object he used to light their way in its place, the Doctor shows that he's an inspector, responding to the leaks, but as Taylor looks at his badge, she noticed that it's blank.

"Blank?" the Doctor's calm façade briefly faded as he raised his brow in confusion as Taylor tells him that she doesn't see anything on the badge.

It's just a blank piece of paper.

Turning it towards him, the Doctor's baffled.

"It worked before…" he muttered as he tried to assess the blank piece of paper in a leather wallet, finding that it worked for him, but when he attempted to show Taylor anything he tells her, she still didn't see anything.

It made the Doctor question Taylor, but she insisted that she doesn't understand why she isn't seeing whatever he's seeing.

"You saw it, didn't you?" The Doctor then asked her, causing confusion in her emerald eyes until he elaborated, "you saw the tear!"

Rather unusual for someone like her to see the tear, almost nobody except some aliens could see them, leading Taylor into saying, "I… I don't know… sometimes I do… sometimes I don't!"

It's the truth, ever since she was a girl she saw cracks here and there, that went away without noise, and no one reacting to their presences, except the animals and small children.

She doesn't know why.

"You see a tear, but you don't see my badge?" The Doctor summed, leading her to shrug, before he checked his blank paper, again. "You're quite unusual Miss Taylor."

Regardless, they have business to attend to, even if Taylor couldn't see his inspector badge, Jessica and Owen will, and Taylor's forced to aid in gaslighting her coworkers about it being a misunderstanding, that they were being affected by a gas leak, and there's no aliens.

Regarding the exhibit, the Doctor gave an elaborate lie that Taylor ever saw, that there wasn't a mummy, it's a fraud.

Oh, did he neglect to mention he's also investigating a fraudulent mummy, dear him, he's terrible at explaining himself!

Jessica and Owen bought into the lies with relative ease, the Doctor had them in the palm of his hands, they're angry at the whole thing, but they weren't reeling in the thought that aliens did, in fact, exist.

"Gee, I was getting lightheaded earlier," Owen noted that he probably showed symptoms of the exposure, but attributed it to him having not ate, yet.

Jessica winced as she feared that after this, "I'm going to be a laughingstock!"

The normally serious Jessica, losing her mind over absolutely nothing, that cannot be good for the review!

Worse, Herbert's going to lose his mind that there's a gas leak in the museum, at all!

Of course, explaining the broken lights, phones, and the mess left by the arapulo, well, unfortunately for the Doctor, he had to sell the lie that it was the trio who did it, not their doing of course, the effects of the gas leak causing them to react that way.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Taylor turned her head to look at the Doctor, his chestnut eyes looking at Jessica and Owen having calmed down, no longer believing what they saw.

Truthfully, the Doctor confirmed that it wasn't the first time he done something like this, he stressed that he always tells the truth, but there's situations where that couldn't be the case.

Slowly nodding, Taylor stopped as she goes, "Why are you here…?"

Seems coincidental that he came here the moment the arapulo woke up from its slumber and influenced it to leave without attacking them, but the Doctor gave a conventional reason: he was brought here.

"You were… brought here…?" Taylor questioned this.

Nodding, his chestnut curly hair bobbing as it flowed the sides of his face, the Doctor sighed, "Yes, it brought me here. Didn't tell me why. It does that, a lot."

It always took him somewhere he's needed at the right time, which happened to be when Taylor fled from the arapulo.

"Um… suppose I should… should thank you…" Taylor thanked the Doctor from preventing this getting out of control with someone hurt or worse and he modestly replied that it's his job, he's the Doctor.

Tilting her head, Taylor gestures, "Doctor… what?"

A smile, the Doctor tells her that to everyone, he's simply the Doctor, but Taylor didn't buy that, either.

Their conversation ended with the arrival of the bedeviled director, having been made aware of the situation, fuming, but the Doctor took care of it with ease, that by the end, Herbert calmed down, thankful his employees weren't permanently affected by the gas leak, though he's not happy that it went unnoticed.

"Things happen, director," the Doctor smiles as he assures the director it wasn't the first or last time something like this happens.

Selling that lie like an informercial, this bloke.

Seeing the time, Herbert sees they're late for the dinner, but having his employees exposed to a gas leak, he didn't want a risk, and instead told Jessica and Taylor to take the night off.

He'll have someone else take Owen's shift for the night, too.

"Going to give me grey hair!" Herbert lamented as he felt his receding light hair, he's interrupted by Taylor, wanting to know the identity of the donor who wanted to speak with her.

Looking towards her, Herbert waved his hand as he informed Taylor, "I sent him away."

Recoiling, Taylor asks, "You never sent away a donor before. Why?"

Herbert tells her that he had an unusual feeling about the donor, that wouldn't leave him alone during the meeting, and having spent quite a bit of time in the military before becoming a museum director, he didn't ignore his gut feeling, once.

"I just told him you couldn't make it," Herbert shrugs as he gave an excuse why Taylor wasn't available for the dinner.

He was going to send word to Jessica, but she'd already gone off to retrieve Taylor, that he stayed at the dinner making sure the donor didn't come back unexpectedly.

"That's not like you, director," Taylor found it difficult that this happened, but Herbert swore that he didn't spend his time running from mortars not to pick up on the littlest things.

He'll figure a way of barring the donor from returning next time around, just in case he persists.

"Well, thank you for looking after me, director," Taylor's touched that Herbert looked after her despite their differences in the past, but the old director insisted that it's his job and duty ensuring the safety of his staff.

Even if there's issues of something slipping past him.

Once everything's cleared up, Taylor's freed to go home for the rest of the night, but she noticed on her way out, the Doctor staying back near the police box just outside the museum, a curious look on his face.

"Why are you still here?" Taylor questioned him as she went down the stairs, coming towards him, curious why he remained after seemingly taking care of what he set out to do, but the Doctor tells her that something's wrong.

Usually, if an adventure's successful, he'll be on his way, but he's still here, the 'TARDIS' won't let him leave.

Just took him out of the museum so no one saw them, but it remained intent on him staying.

"What does that mean?" Taylor crossed her arms as she tried understanding whatever the Doctor's telling her.

A light shrug as his dark green sleeveless vest stiffly moved, the Doctor informed her that until he figures it out, he's stuck here, essentially

"Well, does that… thing not tell you?" Taylor questioned how the Doctor doesn't know and he affirmed with the same answer as before, it's part of his life as the Doctor, always getting into trouble and having to find things out for himself.

Seeing the time on her wristwatch, Taylor says, "Well, I hope you find out… I have to… go… my mother doesn't like it if I'm late."

Her mother always hated when she doesn't come home on time when she's supposed to, especially if she doesn't call ahead beforehand, must be worried sick, now.

Especially if someone calls her about the "gas leak" at the museum.

"I… I won't tell her about… the alien, if you're worried," Taylor assures the Doctor, she won't tell her own mother that she had to translate for an alien.

Probably wouldn't believe her, anyway.

"The bus line doesn't run this late, how're you getting home?" The Doctor asked how Taylor's getting home, as the bus line that goes through here stops running after a certain time, and all the cabs have been busied with events that night, they won't come in a timely matter.

Taylor would be looking at an almost two-hour wait.

"Oh, I… hm…" Taylor sees his point, but not before asking how he knows so much, causing him to tell her, "I'm the Doctor, it's my duties knowing these things. Suppose I give you a lift?"