Tally sat on a bench just outside the Egyptian Wing when Ahkmenrah found her. "Is everything alright?" he whispered, taking a seat next to her.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Tally replied. "Heard Amelia took off."

"That she did, but it's in the nature of a spirit like hers, when freedom is a need which takes rank alongside food, water, and shelter."

"You know all this how?"

"I knew a free spirit once, a gypsy girl named Raji, from the East, land of the sun. To our people, this made her something of a holy woman, and it seemed that she really was. She had powers I could never describe, even to save my life. One day, she just left the palace, left the City of Amun altogether, and vanished."

"Did you love her?"

"Perhaps I have, but I don't fully remember.

"Okay, then."

"However, I do remember that I found her to be an intellectual curiosity, considering my desire for learning. Eventually, she became something of a sister to me, and then she had to leave, as was the custom of her people, as she put it."

"So, you just let her leave?"

"I didn't really have much of a choice. She was a wanderer, and she had to leave. It's not like I could've stopped her even if I tried."

"Something tells me you didn't want to."

"I didn't. I couldn't."

"You know, that sounds a lot like you."

"Thank you."

"No problemo."

"Beg pardon?"

"An expression, a play on the Spanish language, meaning 'no problem'."


Tally leaned onto Ahkmenrah with a sigh. He slid an arm around her torso and captured her free arm in the process. "It's a shame we won't be like this forever."

"Yes, it is a shame, but I think I can live with it."

Tally had finished her final rounds, clocked out and was walking down the front steps of the museum when she noticed the most beautiful sunrise she'd ever seen. She smiled and fished out her phone to take a quick picture before she continued her route home.