To say that Sir Lancelot wasn't getting on anyone's nerves would've been one hell of a blatant lie. As she glanced around at all of the group members currently in their presence Emma could tell that a couple of them were willing to tie him up, throw him up on the roof, and let the sun handle him.

It was cruel, but if she was going to admit to anyone, she would probably have done the same for sure.

And as she looked over at her Ahkmenrah and her father, they were especially feeling the amazing company that was Lancelot.

She made eye contact with the both of them, earning a rather pitiful eye roll Emma merely shrugged in response, giving them a lop-sided grin, mouthing that soon wouldn't have to deal with the Knight for very much longer.

She basically breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the sign indicating the Egyptian exhibit.

"This is it."

"Perhaps I should accompany you in." Lancelot said more as a statement than a comment.

Larry looked as though he wanted to punch the living daylights out of the wax figure and Emma decided she should step in. "Uh, no Lancelot, I think we've got it from here."

Looking a bit offended, "You sure?"

"Yeah, I think we're good."

"Thanks for everything you did." Emma shook his hand, ignoring the slight flash of jealousy that clouded Ahkmenrah's face.

A strained smile made it upon the Knight's face as he spoke; "Right, well, Friends. Larry. Clown faced keeper of the magic tablet. My lady Emma. I shall never forget your bravery nor your jests."

Larry nodded, turning around as he said goodbye.

"I shall not say goodbye."

"I am."

"What?"

"I'm saying goodbye. I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll catch you later."

And as they left, they heard Nicky speak to him. "Hey man, thank you for everything."

Moving along the corridor, Ahkmenrah's voice took on a different tone as they came mere feet away from the entrance to the 'tomb'. "I haven't seen these halls for many moons."

A woman's voice rang, "Ahkmen?!"

Ahkmenrah stopped in his tracks. "Mother."

Emma couldn't help but smile as the woman ran over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, the look of pure love and happiness shining on her face.

Another pair of footsteps could be heard as the two of them broke apart. "Father."

"Welcome home, my son." The Pharaoh spoke, giving Ahkmenrah a one-armed hug, he too, showing his own happiness.

Disentangling himself from his father, he turned his attention back to the rest of the gang who were watching the scene before them with awe. "I want you to meet my friends."

"I am Merenkhare, Pharaoh of the Nile and father to the son of the sun."

"And I Shepseheret, the glittering jewel of the nine kingdoms."

"And I am Larry." Larry inclined his head.

"Guardian of Brooklyn." Ahkmenrah interjected.

"Yes, well, I live in Manhattan now."

Ahkmenrah shook his head, whispering, "I know, but it doesn't sound as cool."

Emma laughed, stepping up to stand a foot behind her father, followed by Nicky, as she clasped her hands in front of her.

"And who is this, my son?" Shepseheret asked, gesturing to her.

"This is Lady Emma, and Master Nicholas, the son and daughter to Larry Daley, Guardian of Brooklyn."

Emma bowed her head slightly, "Ma'am."

And before anything else could be said, Larry stepped in; "Uh something is wrong with the tablet, we have no idea-"

"You are speaking with the Pharaoh." He held the staff out, "Kiss my staff."

Emma's brows rose as she glanced over to Ahkmenrah who looked at her in apologetic embarrassment. She smiled, averting her attention back to her father who was looking from Ahkmenrah's father to the staff, debating on whether he should or should not do as he was told, eventually ending up blowing the thing a kiss followed by kissing his fingers and then the staff.

"Uh, is...is it okay if I don't?"

"You will show respect! I am the descendant of Ra, the Sun God!"

"I understand that, truly I do, I respect you...I just...don't pray to Ra."

Emma's eyes widened and her lips turned into an extremely thin line. This was either going to end badly or turn quite awkward and by the look on Ahkmenrah's face, he knew this as well.

"The Egyptian Gods are the only true Gods."

"Well, we try to stay a little bit open-minded." He turned to the group, "I mean, Sacajawea honours her spiritual ancestors and you pray to some sort of goat God Attila? And I am half Irish, half Jewish."

"You are?" Merenkhare's face brightened considerably at this little bit of given information. "I love Jews! We own forty-thousand of them!"

"Such lovely people."

"...Here we go..." Ahkmenrah voiced in a low and embarrassed tone.

"They were very happy! Always singing with the candles."

"Yeah...they really weren't happy..."

A look of surprise crossed their features. "Really?" Shepseheret asked and seemed even more surprised when Larry informed them on how many years they had tried to escape and that they got together every year.

Emma sighed, "And this is why I'm not overly fond of having a religion." She gestured to the tablet, "Sir. Can you please look at the tablet?"

After a few moments of him studying the tablet, Merenkahre muttered; "It's losing its power."

"Well, do you think you can you fix it?"

"To do that I would have to divulge in the secrets of the tablet."

"Sir, we promise we won't tell anyone." Emma said softly.

He looked at her, "No."

"I'll kiss your staff."

"Too late."

"You've got to be kidding me." Emma growled, rubbing at her face in frustration. "Your son has been suffering, hell, they all have, and here you are going to keep it to yourself? I'm speaking for all of us when I say we did not come all the way here to be told no."

If looks could kill, Emma would probably be six feet in the ground as she too, sent him a glare of her own. She was tired, in pain, frustrated, worried, and slightly miffed. Right at that very moment she didn't give a rats ass on who she pissed off.

"Father?" Ahkmenrah cut in, catching his attention. "Why do you insist on keeping this information to yourself?"

"The secret was to be passed down to you at the proper time."

"Well, it has been four-thousand years." Ahkmenrah rolled his eyes, "Now seems like a good time."

Merenkahre smiled as he placed his hand upon his son's cheek, caressing it gently. "You were born at midnight. I was Pharaoh. And I have seen wonders that most men had only dreamed of but when I first gazed upon you, you were instantly more precious to me than all the wonders of the Ancient world."

Ahkmenrah swallowed and Emma could see tears were starting to build in his dark brown eyes as his father continued. "I knew I couldn't bear to say goodbye, so I ordered the High Priest to create a gift to you, my son, using all of what we learned regarding the mysteries of the afterlife. Forged in the temple of Konsul, God of the Moon and watcher of the nighttime travelers; The Tablet of Ahkmenrah. Our tomb was created to channel Konsul's rays down to the tablet, rejuvenating its powers every night. The Moon God bestowed his powers upon the tablet, stating that as long as it bathed in his light our family would be together forever and even death could never part us."

Realization dawned on all of them just as the words were uttered from the older man's mouth, "It has been away from Konsul's light too long."

Just as he spoke, the tablet glowed a light green, taking with it just a little more of the tablet, and as such, the inhabitants of the New York museum started swaying in their spots and Ahkmenrah's eyes glowed, his skin starting to turn into ash.

A look of fear and pain crossed his features as he fought to keep upright, his breathing becoming ragged as he held out his hand and Emma intertwined her fingers with his and he leaned on her heavily.

Shepseheret gasped, looking at her son as she quickly came over, helping Emma to keep him upright. "My son, what is happening to you?"

What do you think lady? He's dying all over again, that's what's happening. Emma bit back her sarcastic remark as Ahkmenrah's grip tightened considerably in her own as he whispered in her ear. "I-I am frightened."

"I know. We'll fix this." Emma took her free hand and caressed his cheek. "We will fix this. Do not give up on us, we're not giving up on you."

Eventually his shuddering breath evened out, leaving Ahkmenrah weakened as both Emma and his mother helped him sit on the floor. Emma glanced up to see that both Larry and Nicky was gone, only to have Nicky return a second later, and the way he looked fearfully at the group, catching his breath as he held onto his throat, rasping out;

"Lancelot took the tablet!"