Evy bolted up right in bed taking long deep breaths of air as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Rick, sleeping beside her being the over protective, cautious man he was woke up at Evy's rustling and turned to turn the light on. As he turned on the light beside the bed he squinted his eyes having not prepared for the sudden blast of light in the room.

Readjusting his vision to get used to the light he turned to look at his wife deep concern placed on his face.

"Another one of those dreams, huh? I think we should start looking into this. You've been waking up like this for the past week."

"Look into it? This is something you can't look into Rick," Evy replied softly still not catching her breath from the recent shock.

"I know but I--I just don't want this to go like last time and end up meeting with our old friends."

"It's not going to go the way it did last because this is in no way related to Egypt. Their childhood memories, memories I would rather forget."

"No . . . no, don't say that baby. Everyone wants to remember their childhood, their parents. I would like to remember more of that," Rick commented pulling Evy into his embrace,
" you never actually told me much about your childhood, your parents, things along those lines."

"I'd rather keep it that way," she replied her voice content with sadness and hurt. He then pulled her to face him as he pressed his lips against her soft ones. Bringing his arms around her to hold her close to him, feeling the warm vibrance of her in his embrace. He then broke the kiss seeing that bright smile across her richly tanned face, the smile he always loved.

"Why don't you try to go back to sleep hun."

He yawned softly as he nestled his head against hers, closing his eyes and falling back into deep slumber as she followed shortly after.


"Daddy tell me more stories of Egypt and it's treasures," begged young Evelyn as she walked into the parlor room.

"How 'bout your mother telling you one this time," Howard Carnahan suggested as he looked in his wife's direction giving her a playful grin. Mariana smiled brightly as she pulled Evelyn into her lap.

"Well, I'm not much of a story teller but there is an ancient myth I know of. Many explorers have searched for the book of Amun-Ra. Supposedly it's said that the book contains all the ancient spells and incantations of ancient Egypt," Mariana started as she held her daughter comfortably on her lap.

"It's said that the book is made out of pure gold," Howard commented giving Mariana a know-it-all grin.

"Who's telling the story? You or me?"

"You dear, now go on."

"Well, the book is buried at the base of Anubis in a city called Hamunaptra," Mariana continued.

"Hamunaptra--passageway to the underworld. Said to be cursed."

"Cursed? Why would it be cursed?" Evelyn asked intrigued by the whole story.

"The Tuaregs and the Bedouin believe that Hamunaptra is cursed by a mummy that was buried there thousands of years ago."

"You actually believe that mum?"

"Many who have gone on pursuit of the book of the living never came back alive. So, it could be true."

"If I can see it and I can touch it, then it's real. That's what I believe," Evelyn said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh you do, do you?"

"Mum, why didn't you and daddy go in search of the book if it's that valuable?" Evelyn asked changing the subject.

"Even if your father and I love adventure and the chance to discover new things, we sill have a son and daughter to raise."

"When I grow up I want to be a famous explorer and I'll find the book of Amun-Ra for daddy and you," Evelyn declared with a big grin set across her face.