Kid Blink woke up to pokes and prods. Clearing the blur from his eye - eyes?! - Blink squinted his bad eye against the blinding light, which in reality was only a dimly-lit...cavern?

Only coming halfway to his senses, Blink looked around at the almost primitive dark-skinned men who stood around him holding ceramic jars. One man held Blink's eyepatch in his hand and chanted strange words from a scroll that another man had held open in front of him.

"'Ey...what is this, huh?" Blink asked as the men stopped what they were doing to gawk at this strange boy.

"By Isis, he's awake! I thought the mixture we gave him would keep him sleeping until we improved upon him," the man who had been reading the scroll said.

"Improved 'pon me? Whaddya mean?" Blink asked. Boy, he was really confused now.

The scroll-reading man answered, "Your eye was covered. We were going to replace it with the eye of the dearly departed Pharoah."

"WHAT?! I don' need no eye replacement!" Blink exclaimed, jumping up off the table and snatching his eyepatch from the man. "Where'm I at, anyway?"

"Egypt, and my name is..." The scroll man introduced himself with a name that Blink could not pronounce, let alone remember.

"How'd I get here?" Blink asked.

He looked around at the six men in the room with him. They all shrugged. Suddenly, Blink was very curious about the ceramic jars that the Egyptians held in their hands. "What're those for?"

"Entrails, my friend," Scroll Man answered.

"I'm not even gonna ask what that means," Blink muttered to himself. Speaking louder, he asked, "So, how do I get outta here?"

"Cross the desert," another man answered him.

"Th' dessert? Don't sound so bad...hey, is it chocolate pie? I can eat ten a' those in five minutes!" Blink exclaimed, his mouth watering.

"No, no, the desert," Scroll Man answered. "Look outside and see for yourself."

Blink timidly crossed the dim chamber and stuck his head out a door. What he saw was a vast amount of sand, and the blast of warm air that slapped him in the face was more than enough to convince him that he'd rather just stay in Egypt.

Turning back into the cavern, Blink started wandering around, exploring to the amusement of the Egyptians. Seeing a big box (at least that's what Blink thought it was), he lifted the lid and screamed. There was a mummy inside.

"WHAT IS THAT THING?!"

"That...is our Pharoah. May Isis and Osiris rest his soul," Scroll Man answered with a solemn tone to his voice.

"What, cantcha bring 'im back to life or somethin'? 'Cause, I mean, ya already took out all th' important stuff. You could kill one 'a these guys here and use his...whatever ya called 'em...to bring the Pharoah there back t' life," Blink said to them.

Suddenly, Scroll Man got a malicious grin on his face. "Why take one of our own when there are plenty of strangers to this land?"

Blink shrugged. "Well, I dunno why ya'd wanna kill one 'a the tourists, but - wait, ya don't mean ME, do ya? Ya can't poss'bly!" As Scroll Man and the others advanced toward him slowly, Blink started backing away. "Naw, c'mon, guys, I got papes ta sell. Why d'ya want a guy like me? I ain't even - whoa, boy."

Blink started running as fast as he could, circling around the cavern with the Egyptians following him. He ducked behind a sarcophagus, threw the kenobic jars at his pursuers, but nothing seemed to distract them from their main goal: catching Blink.

Running out the door, Blink discovered that it was hard to run fast on sand. Fortunately for him, he was fast enough to reach the city of Hamunaptra, which was only a few leagues away from the cavern. Turning, Blink saw that the men were still in pursuit, so he started running aimlessly again, eventually running head-on into an Egyptian girl. She grinned at him. "Oh, boy," he thought as she took hold of his arm and tried to kiss him.

The men caught up as Blink was yelling, "Get her off me! Get her off me!" They did.

The Egyptian men dragged the kicking, screaming Blink back to the cavern. All the while, Blink begged. "Please, whoever sent me here, I'm sorry for whatever I did! I'm sorry I din't clean up my bunk like Kloppman ast! I'm sorry I ripped up those papes during th' strike! I'm sorry...hey, what else can I be sorry for? I'm SORRY! PLEASE, take me back!"