Discalmier: The Mummy does not belong to me. I love it though. I make not profit from this and no copyright infringement is intended. Please don't sue.

A/N: I know I left this story on hiatus because few or no people showed interest, but I really liked it and already had some chapters prewritten so I thought I'd post them. If you used to read this: please forgive me for the gap in up-dates and continue to enjoy it. If you haven't read it yet, check it out. Things are just beggining! Enjoy!

Chapter 8: Sunrise Aboard the Second Train

The sun rose slowly and lazily, catching the sky on fire like dry brush grass. The clouds were golden and blood red, a beautiful mix. Abnormally beautiful, but not abnormal; the sky looked as it had many mornings on their trips to Africa, Emma thought as she peaked out the crack in the door. Something, however, was not quite right.

No, something was dreadfully wrong. What exactly it was her groggy head could not yet surmise, but panic began to swell painfully in her chest. 'What is it?', she thought, as she raised her head slightly and rubbed her eyes clear. Then, she looked away from the bright light and saw it. The ground was moving. Not the ground that was speeding under the train but the soft, sunlight brown off in the immediate distance. It was not flowing in the gentle ruffles of the dessert, but swaying and waving. It wasn't sand. She gasped.

While at her side her sister stirred in an uncomfortable sleep, Emma scrambled to her feet. She grabbed the sliding compartment door and began to pull hard, trying to wrench it open. Lane heard, from inside her dreams, the louder 'click-clacking' of the train and the rusty hinges refusing to give. Emma grunted with the weight of the door, and Lane opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked in low morning voice.

"Help me with this, will you?" Without hesitation, although she was puzzled, Lane went directly to her sisters side and, together, they began to pry open the door. It came lose suddenly and Lane, who was further in, grabbed her twin's arm to keep her from falling out. Emma grabbed the side of the door and held on tight. The view took their attention at once.

The moving ground was grass; tall, swaying savanna grass. There was no sand, nor any temples (even at a distance), or even camels. This could only mean one thing: this was not the dessert.

"We're definitely not in Cairo anymore."

Her eyes searched the horizon for anything familiar. She half expected the surroundings to change in an instance and the Nile to come in sight, or a Magi warrior to ride towards them on a gallant black horse. No such things decorated this horizon. Thebes was no where near. Trees and spring-footed impalla dotted this horizon. It was beautiful horizon, but it was the wrong one. They were on the wrong train.

"Oh-My-Lord!" Lane breathed. Emma cringed. This was all her fault. What would her sister say?

"It's beautiful!"

'Huh?' Emma tore her eyes away from her waking dream to through Lane a questioning glance.

"Yes, but it's not Thebes. Not even close. I've gotten us on the wrong train. We missed our train and now we're lost in Africa."

Lane did not say a thing. She just looked at her sister. 'What does she want?' Emma thought. Then, all of the sudden, she burst into tears.

"No, no no, no NO! Absolutely not! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FALL APART NOW! WE ARE BOTH IN THIS MESS! We are both lost in the God-knows-where, Africa. We both miss everyone equally. We are both in equally huge trouble. You are not going to cry and leave me to try and figure this out! LIKE IT OR NOT-We are in this together!"

Lane promptly shut up and looked at her sister. She stopped her pity-party and drug in a rugged breath.

"You mean: 'At least, we're in this together.' Don't feel bad, Emma. I chose to come. I got myself into this, but I'm glad we did. Even we are in God-only-knows, Africa. We freed the animals, the man, and we got our own adventure. And I don't know about you, but I prefer this view on this rickety old train to that from atop a smelly camel looking at expanses of sand."

Emma gave her a hard stare and then a big hug. Lane could be absolutely amazing when the time called for it (no one knew this better than Emma) and trust me, it called for it.

As they broke the hug, both girls turned to watch what was left of the sunrise and the passing grass. For acres and acres the savanna stretched. Here and there would pop up the most amazing things they'd ever seen. It was much like the safari Emma had always dreamed of. They saw a herd of elephants, trumpeting in the distance, their big black forms moving together majestically across a water hole. A while latter, masses upon masses of wildebeests ran from the sprinting cheetahs who were so fast and so yellow they were almost invisible. Over a river the train roved on, overlooking wading hippos with their great big mouths open in the green water weeds. The stench was nothing short of terrible.

They sat just back from the edge of the compartment and began to plan. They decided to wait until the train stopped and find a telegram or post office to send a letter to Thebes. Then, their parents would know where to come get them. It was simple; it was brilliant; it was another plan that would not quite pan out.

A/N: Any reviews would be apprecaited. I'd like to know if anyone would be interested in me continuing to post the rest. Thanks so much for reading!