Chapter 6: London's Calling

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Larry XXVIII

2014 - London

"Come on, Heteph! Catch up!"

She watched her cousin: Nefari, run down the path and she couldn't help but shake her head and laugh. Hetepheres was not someone that raced about the place like a hyena.

Throughout her ten years of her life: she took things nice and slowly, taking her time to observe and contemplate reality and life at her pace. The world and life itself was something she cared for deeply despite how good or bad things were. She saw life and peace as the true beauty of reality.

Though, no one could compare its beauty as Hetepheres herself. With thick black hair that was braided in small strands and beads. Round eyes that pierced into any person's soul and yet so gentle and soft. A chiselled face with full lips, toned by tanned skin and body that could rival a goddess. At a young age, she was blessed by her features and caught eyes from many parents to betroth their children with her.

But what made her unique from others were her eyes.

They matched the colour of her family gardens - bright and golden. It stood out from her dark features, almost giving anyone a trance if they ever caught sight of her. Hetepheres wondered why her eyes were different from her family, all of whom had dark brown ones.

Hetepheres smiled, breathing in the air around her. Her home had the best gardens, but nothing could match the ones on the western side. It overlooked the Iteru, the waters shimmering from the sun. Date palms and pomegranate trees were lining the edges of the garden, with several ponds and benches.

She was bathing in the cool breeze from the river, the beautiful flowers and plants until she heard a voice.

'Guardian...'

Those words echoed as if it was being carried by the wind. Hetepheres's smile faltered and confusion was written on her face.

'You are not ready...'

Hetepheres panned around the gardens, trying to find the voice. However, all she could see nearby was Nefari. She frowned and wondered.

"Who are you?" She asked aloud.

'Someone who needs your help, little one...' The voice said in her ear. 'But for now...enjoy your youth. You are not of age yet to know your place in this world.'

She answered back, "Why do you need my help?" Hetepheres' tone changed to concern. "Are you alright?"

A soft giggle echoed.

'Caring and peaceful...unlike many in this world: who only seek power and hunger.' They said. 'Never stopped being selfless Hetepheres, for it is a power that no one has other than yourself...'

When Hetepheres looked to where the direction of the voice left, all she saw was a figure in the middle of gardens. Not Nefari, but a grown man. She walked over, too curious as she carefully tried to call to them.

The man's back was turned to her.

Hetepheres called out: "Who are you?"

When the man turned, they were features she had never seen before. His face so pale and his eyes coloured blue.

Then the man gasped and jumped back, "You're ...you're her!" He then tried to compose himself, "I...I'm Larry Daley. And how can I understand you?"

Hetepheres furrowed her eyebrows and replied, "That's a very peculiar name, Larry Daley." She then straightened herself out and added. "And what do you mean? You are speaking the common tongue?"

The man opened his mouth, but nothing came out before he shut it again. "Nevermind, so...what's your name?"

"I am Hetepheres." She said simply and then quirked a brow. "Why are you in my garden?"

"I-I'm not! I'm..." He trailed off and scratched his head. "Jesus Christ, how do I tell a ten-year-old Egyptian girl that this is a dream?"

Hetepheres titled her head to the side, "What do you mean? This isn't a dream."

The man shut his eyes and took a breath. Larry muttered, "Oh god...why now. Why not just when I'm in bed and lying down and not on a plane?"

"What's a...plane?" Hetepheres asked, now curious about what the foreign man was muttering about.

"Look." He began. "Something is going on right now, but I don't know why and what is it giving me these vision...but this isn't real."

'Of course, this is all real Larry Daley.'

The voice returned.

'Larry Daley...meet Hetepheres.'

She then stared at the man, wondering why the voice was introducing him to her once more.

The man's eyes widened, and barely in a whisper, he spoke: "You're...you're a guardian." Larry continued, "Not only that...your eyes."

She then became self-conscious of them, tensing her shoulders. Everyone always commented on her eyes. How golden they were, and how unlike they were from everyone else's. Her family, her peers. Even if no one spoke about them, it nerved her how out of place she was.

Hetepheres asked, "What about them."

He quickly replied, "Nothing!" Larry took a breath and then said, "It's the colour...the same ones Rowen has."

"Who is Rowen?"

"Dad?"

He let out an inaudible gasp, sending himself lurching forward and hitting his forehead on the back of the front seat. Larry let out a strain of curses - rubbing his face from the impact. When he looked to his side, he saw the worried lines

He was back on the aeroplane, next to his son and fiance. 'That was just a dream, okay.' Larry repeated in his head. 'Just a dream...nothing to worry about.'

"Dad? You okay?"

When he turned to his side, Larry saw the mixed horror and worry Nick wore on his face. He was looking at him as if he had seen some paranormal action or some exorcism right in front of him whilst his mouth was agape. Once Larry caught his eyes, his son snapped his lips shut but kept his eyes trailed to him - staring deep into him that he could feel him almost figuring out what happened.

So he glanced away, leaning forward and rubbing his sweaty forehead with his hand. Larry still felt he was delirious as if he was still in the dream. He didn't know if he was still in the plane until he smoothened the table and window with his bare hands.

"Yeah...yeah." Larry croakily began and assured him. "Just um...weird dream; that's all."

There was a look of disbelief in Nick's face before Larry turned away and idly pressed the television screen with his hand. He hoped that watching (or mostly listening) to something could remove his mind off from what just happened.

But even trying to focus on the episodes of Friends couldn't stop his consciousness fading back to the vision he had. Of the Egyptian girl and the garden. All he remembered was falling asleep on the plane due to all the stress from the past few weeks, and then waking up feeling hot and sticky as the sun beat down on him.

Larry felt as if he was in Egypt. The heat and the smell and the noise. It felt real. Even Hetepheres was real - the girl with the golden eyes and familiar face until he realised who it was.

The same girl who had been having visions of.

He didn't dwell any further, hoping to stop himself from thinking any further about guardians or magical voices in his head. As much as it was losing his sleep, Larry knew the tablet was more important. Hell, the tablet was being hunted down for god's sake.

So he brushed off the worry looks Rebecca sent him as well after they got off the plane. When the three of them were waiting for their luggage at baggage claim at Heathrow: Rebecca asked him if he was alright and Larry immediately said that he was just having a nightmare. That quickly sent her sending a sad smile. She assumed he was thinking of Cecil Fredricks, one of the three people he's revealed to that he was dead.

Speaking of Cecil Fredricks, Larry was nervous about revealing the truth to Rowen about it.

How would she react if she knew he died because of the tablet? What would she do then?

In all the years he has known her, Larry knew the tension Rowen Bates had about with the former night guard. And it was reasonable. Cecil did try to kill her and kidnap her and Rowen didn't aid Cecil from getting out of jail until Larry bailed him out.

However, hearing that she went to Cecil before she left for London four years ago also made Larry question his friend's motives. Why did she go to him for? What did Cecil have that was vital for Rowen bates.

And from the lack of tension between Rowen and Ahkmenrah, it would seem the pharaoh didn't know about the meeting at all.

All of his concerns and worries all subsided and drawn aside when they exited the arrival doors, pushing a cart of their luggage out. All three of them kept a lookout for the familiar face, despite Larry joking that it would be a struggle for them - considering how short his friend was.

"There you are!"

Standing by the rest of the people waiting was the director and historian herself.

Rowen Bates still looked the same as before, though perhaps even more distinguished by her pixie cut and golden hoops. It matched the Wadjet Key around her necklace, slightly hidden by the light cardigan she wore. It went down past her knees, spotting the usual oxford leather shoes that he always saw her in.

Her pale-green summer dress swayed as she strode towards them. Her smile made him grin, happy to see her after so long, even if it's only been half a year ago she visited New York. But six months can be a big change, and Larry almost felt heartache the moment he focused on her.

Despite the kind smile and neat and sophisticated look, Rowen appeared more tired than usual. Her face had hollowed, her cheeks were more prominent than ever. It made her eyes pop, a mixture of dark brown and gold as well as the freckles due to the sun. Even as an ageless woman, Rowen had aged somehow and it made Larry doubt himself.

What happened during the six months since Rowen left? She seemed perfectly healthy over at New York. But now it was as if she wasn't herself.

Larry knew not to say it out loud the moment she and Rebecca hugged each other tightly. Some muffled interaction left them laughing along before they pulled away.

His heart almost lifted when he saw the recognizable grin and doe-like eyes.

"Ro! You look amazing!" Rebecca complimented her and gestured.

The British woman answered, "So are you!" She let out a grin and added, "Let's see then?"

Larry smiled, watching his fiance confidently hold out her hand towards her. Rowen inspected the ring on her hand - her mouth open at awe.

"I love it, such a beautiful blend of Art Deco and Native American." She praised, winking up to Larry.

He smirked back, "Specially made for the head curator." In turn, that made Rebecca's cheeks tint pink before swatting a hand at his arm.

"Obviously." Rowen grinned and spoke. "A wonderful woman should receive a wonderful ring to compliment herself and her attributes."

For a moment, Larry reminisced the first time he heard her speak for the first time. The unique old-fashioned dialect mixed with modern slang and phrases was a highlight Rowen Bates posed.

It was his turn to greet the petite woman. After six months away, Larry missed Rowen despite calling several times throughout the year. He breathed in, wanting to keep her in an embrace for a long time. When they stepped back, she then went over to Nick and commented on how tall he was now.

"I've been taller than you for two years now, Rowen." Nick grinned, earning him rolling eyes before she huffed.

Rebecca and Larry sent each other silent looks, amused at his son with Rowen. Nick had always taken Rowen as much as an aunt after these years and always contacted each other whether it was about school or what was dubbed as 'relationship advice'.

"Come, I rented a car today. If you come with me, I'm going to just sort out Ahk so he's taken to the British Museum." Rowen gestured to the three. "But I'm sure you guys are jetlagged and need to freshen up."

Larry and Nick followed the duo, knowing how the two took their work seriously. Ahkmenrah had come in special care by the American Museum of Natural History. How it was possible to ship him across the Atlantic was an entirely different matter.

One involving the help of Dr McPhee and the chairwoman: Dr Micarah Campbell.

It still baffled him how the chairwoman believed both Rebecca and McPhee about it, knowing that there wasn't anything damaged from the disaster. But once the sign was cleared, and they were able to ship Ahkmenrah away: they took quick action to take a plane to London.

Larry spotted several men loading the large crate into one of the vans. A large logo of the British Museum on the side as Rowen and Rebecca discussed procedures with the men moving Ahkmenrah. Once they were done, they followed Rowen to the car park and found themselves packing their things in the boot.

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From the small window from his seat in the car, London was different from Larry's point of view.

He imagined the movies from James Bond with the white buildings with ornate carvings made of stone, lined with gold. Statues of famous historical people perched on podiums and trees lining the streets - the greenery complementing the red double-decker buses and telephone boxes. Black cabs were driving down the road, with cyclists and pedestrians over the road, with many wearing suits or casual tourist outfits.

He never been to London, and seeing more than the stereotypes littered over the place - something was unnerving to speak about the city. There was a deeper history within the buildings and people within. The present versus the past.

His father once told him that there is more than just what you see, and Larry understood the secret beneath the streets of this city. A city built upon many layers of events. Both good and bad and neither in some way.

And from the comments Rowen had about London ever since he met her: she had mixed feelings about the city she called her home.

"It's a city built on secrets." She told him one time when they were out buying some drinks for that night's party. "A city is never perfect, neither it is good nor bad. It brings people together, but it also hides the ones that others believe are not worth their place within society."

Larry felt shame and sorry for Rowen, knowing well enough how a woman of colour had to be the hardest thing to be for the past two hundred years. He didn't comment on it, because he knew it wasn't his place. He was a modern man and all he could do was watch and listen and understand.

Once the traffic and half an hour later, they arrived at a quiet part of the city - still hearing the sound of cars and sirens in the distance. Rowen parked by the pavement and turned off the ignition.

"So Ahk will be taken to the museum. I've asked Antonio to keep extra precautions of any unwanted faces or suspicious behaviour." She spoke as she helped them get their bags out of the car. "Now, let's get you all settled."

Flashing her a small smile, he slid off his seat and closed the door. Once he lugged out the luggage with the aid of Rowen and Rebecca, he heard Nick gasp next to him.

To what his son was gasping about made him splutter out in surprise.

In front of them was a row of white terraced houses, beautifully decorated and adorned by green hedges and ferns. The front door was navy, with mosaic windows and the number 32 written in gold. If Rowen's New York home was fancy, who knew how beautiful her London home was.

Or how expensive for that matter.

"Wait." He gazed down at her and stammered, "W-you live here?"

The woman cheekily shrugged and held a small smile. "Call it a bit of investment."

Larry gawked as Rowen grinned back.

"A dear friend of mine during the 1870s sold it to me after I helped her sort out her issue." She explained, unlocking the door with her keys and pushing it open.

Before he entered, Larry asked: "Which was?"

She paused as she glanced at them. "Let's just say she needed some people off her back," Rowen said. "I had some people do it. Now, she was free and was a happy widow - happily passing this as her last will and testament."

Larry gave her a look, and she blinked innocently before hearing his son choke back a laugh.

"Jesus, that sounds badass," Nick said, which earned another grin from the historian.

He couldn't help but mentally agree, taking in his surroundings. It was similar to the decoration in New York, though there was a homely feeling of it. With dark woods and soft green and gold colours. From peering into the living room, the walls were lined with bookshelves and wall lamps. Pictures of newspaper clippings and oil paintings that were definitely original to Larry's view.

For Larry, the house seemed to be going into the set of what seemed to be a mixed modern-victorian flat. But for Rowen Bates perhaps: it was a memory which held her entire life in a terrace house. Everything from the late 1700s to the present day seemed to show in little bits around the home, even if Larry had only seen the front corridor and parts of the living room.

'I can see why Rowen treasures this place.' Larry thought to himself, remembering the homely tone she spoke on the way here about her house. 'But it's not making her truly happy.'

"Now, Yara is away today. She'll be back this evening but I informed her that you three were coming." She then pointed up the staircase and told them. "The guest bedrooms are en-suite. Second floor and on the first door on the right. Another is down the same corridor. I'm going to just text the museum and ask if he got there safely."

Taking out her phone, she excused herself and strolled down the corridor after they began going up the stairs.

If the front part of the house was beautiful, words could not describe the bedroom suites.

Whilst Nick took the next room down the corridor, Larry and Rebecca took the first one next to the landing. When Rebecca opened the doors to the bedroom, Larry's reaction mirrored his fiancee's.

"This is beautiful." Rebecca lept and landed on the large king-sized bed and sighed. "And so big."

Chuckling, he set the luggage to the side before exploring the room for a bit. The large window showed the street below, facing the small park in the middle of the block of houses. The sun was shining through, illuminating the room. Tall and yet comforting, the walls were painted grey with gold linings. Green and Gold ornate curtains draped over the windows, matching the grey sofa and grey fireplace. The furniture was mixed matched, with some made of glass while the wardrobe and dressers were wooden. A glass chandelier dangled above them.

Larry joined Rebecca on the bed, tucking her under his arm as she snuggled closer to him. Her presence soothed his heart, making his hand intertwined with hers.

"Okay, is it just me..." Larry began, "Or is Rowen not looking great?"

She sighed in relief and quietly answered, "Oh thank god I wasn't the only one!" Rebecca gave in a worried glance to Larry. "Do you think something happened?"

"I don't know. She seemed fine six months ago." Larry said, gulping. "She cut her hair...do you think...Do you think she's..." He didn't need to finish his sentence, knowing how much Rebecca understood what he was trying to imply.

Even ageless, Rowen as still susceptible to illnesses. She had terrible flu a year before she left New York, and it worried Ahkmenrah so much that he stayed at her place until it was almost sunrise. It had made Rowen so worried for him that it sent her getting out of bed and sending him out.

Larry at that time didn't know at all and almost gave him a heart attack. Luckily he found out through Jedediah and Octavius, driving as fast as he could to take the pharaoh back to museum before he could crumble into dust.

"But she's Immortal. She can't get ill let alone a terminal condition." Rebecca quietly murmured to him. "Larry, out of the two of us: you're her closest friend."

He pursed his lips and hummed. "She seems like everything is getting to her. I'll ask her when we're free." Larry said. "One thing's for sure, Ahk's going to freak out and will probably put her first and then the tablet." He gave her a wry smile, making her scoff in exasperation.

"Those two honestly." She then sat up and headed to the door on the far left. He assumed it was the bathroom from Rowen's information. "Right. I'm going to just have a quick shower-wow this looks amazing!"

Larry chuckled, before laying back down with another sigh. He thought of clearing his mind by closing his eyes again. But all he could imagine once more was the garden and Hetepheres.

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Rowena XXXI

2014 - London

They went out into the city as soon as Larry, Rebecca and Nick freshened up and rested for a bit. Whilst they did so, Rowena made sure that Ahkmenrah arrived at the museum safely and without any hassle. She had to thank Antonio once more his swift help, easing her stress as she organised her schedule to fit her situation.

The first thing they did was find lunch, and what better way for Rowena to show London to them was to go one of her favourite places to visit for the past couple of decades. Covent Garden was filled with markets, shops, cafes and restaurants of alike. Settled either out or inside the old train stations and warehouses, it was decorated by glass roofing, colourful walls and greenery.

There was a certain restaurant she loved to go to with either Antonio or Yara. A mixed restaurant pub which had a ray of dishes to select from. They sat outside, picking a nice spot to see the rest of Covent Garden and the people walking pass by.

Tuttons sat on the edge of the square, overseeing the number of cyclists and pedestrians around them. The unusual sunny weather kept the four out with a large umbrella over their heads. Rowena gave them suggestions when it came to choosing their meals before they chatted on whatever was appropriate out in public.

Even if it had only been six months since she had last seen them, it would seem a lot has happened between the time she left New York to the present day. Not only with the tablet in danger and the disaster over a week ago, she knew that Larry and Rebecca were engaged which she was finally relieved.

Eight years was a long time, and finally tieing the knot gave Rowena some hope that the two would be together. Even Nick seemed happy for his father, getting along well with Rebecca even before the engagement. The lovely couple didn't show their affection as much as others, but perhaps it was the age. Larry and Rebecca got along together like they were already married, a love that was constant and not a firework.

Well. Unlike her romance story with the Pharaoh of Egypt. It ached Rowena's heart whenever she parted Ahkmenrah's side, and yet the two still powered through. Unlike Larry and Rebecca who worked at the same place, she and Ahkmenrah's lives were stark different and very far apart. With distance and separation led to outbursts of love and affection.

Rowena loved Ahkmenrah. And she hoped he loved her equally back despite their lives never intertwining as long as they wished.

At the mention of love, Larry mentioned Nick's arm. Rowena curiously asked, only earning a red-faced Nick before Rebecca came to explain that the phone number written in pen was from a girl in Nick's parties.

The youngest Daley tried to avert the conversation, but it only grew worse when Larry began mentioning about Nick's pursue to DJing in Ibiza.

Firstly, Rowena had to quarrel or objection about their parenting. From her small knowledge, Nick wanted to take a gap year before going to university. Though from Larry's view, he didn't find it at all appealing whereas Rebecca stayed silent throughout.

Their food came, and she quickly changed the subject before the two Daley men could have a heated argument. As much as she began feuds: she wouldn't wish to see father and son torn apart by something simple.

Their plates were empty in such a time that they had time for dessert. Once that was done and dusted, Rowena paid the waiter despite Rebecca and Larry's protest. This was her city, and Rowena would treat her guests as much as what Larry posed the first time they had pizza together in New York.

"That was the best thing I ever ate," Nick said as they were walking about after they left the restaurant.

Larry turned to her and said, "Rowen, you really didn't have to."

Giving up, she sighed and retorted. "Again, I am treating you all because I want to." Rowena proclaimed, "This is my city. I've spent the majority of my life living here and working here. I know the best places to shop, to eat and to make sure you three don't get trapped by the tourist spots."

The older Daley opened his mouth to interject but was stopped as soon as Nick saw the chocolate store. She raised an eyebrow back at her friend, to which he grumbled and followed them inside.

"Larry's just being polite. It's actually been amazing to see Covent Garden." Rebecca assured her before they began wandering the stores of the place.

They took the tube to one of the many places Rebecca wished to see, despite not telling the three that Rowena knew about her friend's list of places to visit. Once they did get off, it was bustling with people and tourists. Big Ben and Parliament were overshadowing the Thames. The large red buses and heavy traffic made Rowena internally miss the horse and carriages of Victorian London.

Once they crossed the road, Rowena spotted Rebecca lookup around her in a gasp.

She paused abruptly and breathed, "Oh wow...is this Parliament Square?"

Before she could reply, the curator and historian were gone.

"Oh no. You let her go again." Larry sighed.

She glanced up to him and snorted. "You're with a bunch of historians, Daley." Rowena caught Rebecca waving to her, and she brushed her off, telling her friend that she'll be there in a minute. "Let her enjoy it," Rowena told him.

"Dad, I'm just going to Rebecca by the way." Nick eyed his father to which he gave him a narrowed expression.

Larry asked, "Are you gonna try and climb it?"

"What? No!" Nick quickly answered, going slightly pink before hurrying away toward Rebecca.

As Larry let out an exasperated sigh, Rowen smiled back and patted his arm. It would seem that Larry and Nick's relationship was still strong, despite the tension that occurred during lunch. She could only hope that they would resolve it some time, knowing well enough the experience with her daughter began with their differences in career paths.

Larry turned to her and softly said, "Hey Rowen, how are you by the way?" He asked, "For real."

Automatically, Rowena blew through her nostrils and refrained groaning in frustration. 'What is with Daley men and seeing through me?' She asked herself before audibly answering. "...I am alright." She lied and then sighed tiredly. "Just stressed."

She thanked him for not commenting about it. Admittedly, she tried her best to look presentable. It was something that was embedded since childhood: to appear in your armour and wear it with confidence. One of the many things which a lot of governesses used to teach her about.

From a stranger's perspective, she was just a young woman living in London with a successful career in her hands.

No one truly knew behind the mask and clothes Rowena Clarke had.

Her thoughts were then cut off by her friend question: "Has it ever happened?" Larry lowered his voice, leaning down his chin. "The green thing?"

Rowena kept her head out, looking out and watching the scene around her. "None...but uh, I've been getting more irritated lately." She revealed to him. "Like. My key's trying to tell me something. What about you?"

There was a pause. "Nothing...nada," Larry answered.

"It's been four years. No one's tried to steal the tablet." She pointed out. "Which surely indicates it's either turning green by itself...or completely the opposite."

"Maybe..."

She eyed him curiously before he quickly glanced back to where Nick and Rebecca were.

"So you ready to meet him?" He asked, seeing the side of his lips lift.

Knowing who he referred to, she replied, "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" She paused. "But in fairness...I'm terrified."

"What, why?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

'Oh, the list of reasons will be too long for me to explain,' She said to herself. 'Don't get me started on all these visions I'm getting...'

That was partially true. Rowena's visions returned just a few years back, mostly on things that were too vague to describe whether or not it was the future or not. Sometimes it was her past, and sometimes it was something to do with her and Salma Atkins. The same woman with the similar Wadjet key.

Though instead, she told him something which she wasn't afraid to reveal. "His...parents," Rowena admitted. "His parents are who I'm terrified to meet."

"But you've met them?" Larry asked.

"And the last meeting had been me telling them that their son was being forced to be shipped halfway across the world, and then trapped in his own deathbed for the next fifty or so years." She said blandly and then questioned, "How am I supposed to approach them with that?"

"Right...forgot that hurdle."

She let out an un-ladylike snort and folded her arms over her chest.

"Well, look. Ahkmenrah won't let them hurt you." Larry assured her. "I mean, you cut your finger one time, and in a microsecond, he was already there cradling you and cursing the evil spirits from trying to take your blood."

"Argh! You and Ahk are terrible!" She groaned, tilting her head back as she heard him stifle a laugh.

Larry then acknowledged what she just said and then defended himself. "I am...not!" He said. "I'm not that bad!"

Slapping his upper arm, Rowena pointed out: "You didn't let Rebecca sort out the knives when she said she was doing conservation with the Huns."

"I...okay maybe I'm a bit protective," Larry admitted, shuffling on his feet. He then interjected, "But Ahk will justify the reason. Also, there are other issues at hand."

"Has anything changed since I left?" She changed the subject once more and asked him.

"I...Rowen, I forgot to tell you something." He spoke, the tone of voice turned into seriousness. "About Cecil."

At the mention of the former night guard, Rowena creased her brows at him and peered her eyes.

"What about him?" She slowly spoke.

Larry began to speak, "I went to visit-"

Though they were interrupted by Rebecca shouting for them across the park. They both looked over to where they were, the two now standing in front of the statue of Nelson Mandela.

"Larry, Rowen!" Rebecca waved at them as she spoke loudly. "Please take a picture of me of Nick."

"Maybe later?" She suggested.

"Yeah." Larry sighed in defeat, but couldn't help but crack a smile. "Apparently, this work trip is now a holiday."

She gave him a grin. "Enjoy it." Rowena informed him, "You can let me know when we're at the museum."

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A/N: And so Larry and Rowena finally meet again! Eeeek, I've been waiting for so long to finally get them back together. So you can't imagine how excited I am to get Ahkmenrah and Rowena together again!!

Anyways, welcome back. It's been five chapters since I've written in Rowena's perspective and I missed my favourite curator. As you can tell, Larry hasn't really told Rowena about what happened to Cecil (for the sake of keeping her not getting too stressed). She's also quite scared of meeting Ahk's parents again since she still feels guilty.

Overall, just a reunion chapter. I wanted them to have some ounce of happiness before um...all things go downhill for them.

And with the beginning of the chapter, I decided to give some sort of taste on what Larry's visions were and they're becoming more and more weirder and real to him that it could potentially endanger him on what's real and what's not. Basically a lot of magical shit.

So yes, we will be back to the British Museum next chapter. ;)

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Written: 04/10/2020

Edited: 04/10/2020