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| immediately, leaving no room for error in assuming she was heavenly. Her name was Nefret, and she had an important job to do. Shell ([email protected]) February 9, 2002 The explosion had drawn everyone's attention, and Rick was the first to arrive at the front. When he opened the hatch leading down to the engine room a thick black smoke billowed up, and Rick began to swear. "This is just great, just fucking great," he said not caring that the smoke was practically choking him. They hadn't even been out at sea for an hour yet, and he knew that there had been engine problems, and he thought it had been fixed but now he knew. Ardeth was the first one to offer help, though the engine of a ship was not something he knew about. "My friend tell me what you need," he said. Rick ran his hand through his hair. "An Axe," Rick said as he started down the steps. While the two of them started with the Engine, that left Jonathan and Evie alone. "Evie, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." She didn't let him finish moving past him, going toward the back of the ship where she and Rick had their room. Once inside she shut the door and moved over to the bed taking off her shoes, then lay down closing her eyes. "Alex think of me," she said praying she would have a vision so she would know where her son was. ~*~*~*~*~ Night had fallen over the Palace, and in his own room Alex sat dressed in ancient cloths. He was a brave boy, and he hated both Seth and Bonnie, and was hopeful that the girl he had bumped into today would be an ally. Right now all he wanted was his mum. Being here was terrifying, because Alex knew he could die easily here. He also knew that the likelihood of his parents every figuring out that there was a portal to ancient times was slim. Now he stood at the window looking out over the vast sands of the desert. "Mum find me," he said as a tear streamed down his cheek. Heidi Rittner ([email protected]) February 10, 2002 �Thank God!� Rick thought to himself as he closed the engine room door and turned towards the hopeful stares of Jonathan and Ardeth. It was a little after midnight and they were all exhausted. Rick gave Jonathan a reassuring smack the back, leaving a blackened handprint. �Everything�s fine gentleman. Thanks for your help. It was only a minor problem. One of the belts broke and had to be replaced. The biggest pain was getting the broken one out. It got wedged between two of the gears. Best we be off to bed. We�ve got a long day ahead of us.� Jonathan and Ardeth gave a nod, let out the breath they�d been holding, and headed off to their sleeping quarters. All Rick could think about the whole time was getting back to his wife to make sure she was okay. He quietly opened the door to their room and entered. His wife was asleep. The moonlight streamed in through their little window, lighting Evie�s face. Rick thought she looked like an angel. He washed his hands, then sat down next to her. He ran the back of his hand along her cheek and could feel the tears that had been shed. He changed and laid down next to his wife, gathering her in his arms. Exhaustion took over and he was immediately in a deep sleep. He stood in the middle of the desert, watching as a woman approached him. Her dark outlined eyes bore into him and her state of dress was not of this time. She had a stern expression on her copper face that showed she had a mission, but did not look too happy to be the one chosen for it. She stopped a few feet in front of him and began speaking in ancient Egyptian. The only thing he got was her name, Nefret, and knew that she was trying to unwillingly help him find something having to do with a tunnel and Alex. The dream was interrupted by something poking his ribs. He opened his eyes and saw Evie�s face above his. She had a none too happy expression on her face. �Rick, you were talking in your sleep. Who in the bloody hell is Nefret?� Evie was looking daggers at him. Rick smiled at his wife�s show of jealously. �Just a woman in another damned �vision�.� He grumbled. Evie�s expression softened and she giggled at herself for her reaction, and also the annoyed expression on her husband�s face. It was time for him to come to terms with and accept these visions. �Tell me about your vision.� Marion ([email protected]) February 19, 2002 Rick clasped Evie's hands between his own, brushing a stray hair out of her face before doing so, and looked her in the eyes. Then, tightly squeezing his own shut he began to recall everything that had happened in the vision. The scents, the texture, the words, the information, and most importantly Nefret herself. When he began to speak he was surprised at the strength of his own words, for this was not a subject matter he liked too much. Dreams? Visions? Rick O'Connell had none of these things! "I was in Egypt Evie, ancient Egypt..." he paused, almost asking her not to believe him. "But, I do not know how I knew this at the time because I appeared to be in a steeply walled valley, with a flowing river at the bottom, no buildings, no people, just nature. Halfway up the canyon's walls was a large cave-like opening. For several moments I was just standing there, surveying the scenery, and it seemed as though I was waiting for something or someone to come. In this time I turned completely 360 degrees and all I could see was sand, water, and walls. But, when I turned back around a figure was standing just mere feet in front of me where no one had been before. It scared the hell out of me, and I think I about jumped out of my pants..." Evie smiled devilishly at this, thinking, visualizing just how wonderful this would look. His darkly tanned muscular legs, maybe with a little scented oil on them... Rick, unknowing her thoughts continued with his story, while Evie mentally kicked herself for allowing her mind to stray when her husband obviously needed her support. "She seemed very calm, but stern. She began speaking in Egyptian, and, at the time, in the dream, I could not understand what she was saying. But now, strangely enough I do. She introduced herself to me as Nefret, not |