We all turned slowly around. Standing behind us was a very thin man, with white hair and piercing blue eyes. My mom gasped, and my dad smiled, though I couldn't imagine why. Dad began to chuckle darkly.
"Belloq," he said. "Belloq. I thought you were dead."
"Yes, Dr. Jones, I know you did. But, as you can clearly see, I am quite alive and well," he said. "Marion. It is a pleasure to see you again. And who are they?" he asked pleasantly, gesturing at me and Will.
"I'm Alison," I said, slightly aggressively. "And you'd better be a good guy, because if you're not, you're toast."
"Don't tell me," said Belloq. His eyes glinted in amusement. "This is your daughter, isn't she?" he asked my parents. They didn't answer. Mom suddenly turned to Will.
"Who are you?' she asked, bewildered.
"Er, I'm Will Chandler," he said. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here."
"Alison, what've you done to the poor boy?" Mom asked. I scowled.
"He was taking me to the airport when that German guy caught up with us. And I still owe you something," I said sweetly to Will. And then I punched him. Just in the arm- so I wouldn't do any real damage.
Dad laughed at me. "That's my girl," he said. Mom looked scandalized.
"Aly, what was that about?" she asked. I smiled.
"He said I couldn't throw a punch," I said by way of explanation.
"Yeah, well I believe you now," said Will, rubbing his arm. The French man named Belloq chuckled.
"She will be a most formidable adversary one day," he said. I glared at him. "Come," he said. "We're going to spend some time together, so we might as well be friends, right Marion?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Mom.
"Well, the Eye of the Snake of course!" he replied.
"It's a diamond, cherie."
And then Mom told him exactly where he could stick the diamond. I was shocked. I'd never heard my mom use language like that before! Will snorted, and Dad chuckled, mostly at the expression on my face.
"Wait, wait," said Dad. He looked highly entertained. "You think we've got the diamond?"
"Well, of course you do," said Belloq. He looked confused. Dad began to laugh.
"We don't have it," he said. "We were barely starting to look for it when Virote caught up with us. I ran into an old friend of yours, by the way," he said. Dad frowned.
"If you come with me, you'll see him," said Belloq.
"Maybe, maybe not. Only one way to find out."
Dad sighed in resignation. "Fine. At least give me a clue."
"You have not seen this friend since the 1930s," said Belloq.
"That's not helpful," muttered Dad.
We followed Belloq to the street over and got into a car. We drove for a couple of hours, getting out at a giant estate with a rolling green yard and several fountains.
"This belong to you, Belloq?" asked Dad. Belloq smiled.
"Family property," he said.
We got out and followed him inside. He led us through several long hallways into a huge room. Sitting inside the room was a man.
He was fairly young, probably late twenties, early thirties. He was Asian-probably Japanese. The man saw my dad- and looked shocked. My dad frowned, apparently unable to recognize the man.
The man stood up and approached my dad. Comprehension slowly dawned on Dad's face, and his jaw dropped.
"Short Round?" he asked. The man grinned, and I suddenly had a vision of him twenty years younger.
"Hey, Dr. Jones!" he said. Dad laughed and hugged the man named Short Round.
"You look good, Short Stuff," he said. Short Round smiled at Dad.
"You look old," he said. "How you doing, Indy?"
"Good. Hey, I've gotta introduce you to my family," said Dad. "This is my… this is Marion," he said. "And this is my daughter, Aly."
"Marion?" asked Short Round in confusion. "What about Willie Scott?"
"I, well, Willie… I haven't seen Willie in eighteen years," said Dad uncomfortably.
"Whoa whoa whoa," said mom. "Willie Scott? The famous singer, Willie Scott?"
"Umm, well…" said dad awkwardly. "Yeah. That's Willie."
Belloq cleared his throat. "Now that we've all had a comfortable little reunion, let's get to work, shall we?"
"I didn't say I'd help you," said Dad. Belloq nodded.
He strode over to Short Round and held a gun to his head.