Eek!
Th-The mummy is moving!
I'm getting out of here! This place is haunted!
It's looking at me!
I knew it!
This is what happens when a city grows too old!
Everyone! Stay calm! Don't panic!
The exit's over here! Stay in line, don't push!
Make way, make way!
Sorry, excuse me.
*Sargon expletive* Anat! Anat!
Medjehtiqedti squeezes through the crowd to find a pale Anat lying limp on the ground, her lips parting weakly as though trying to speak.
But the sight of the mummy cocking its head behind Anat strikes her with such terror that she cannot move her feet.
Titi, go handle the evacuation. I'll try to take Anat and the mummy somewhere else.
Aren't you scared? It's moving!
I'm... alright. Ahem. I've been on two Old Calendar tomb excavations this year and met with their residents personally.
This one looks like a nice old man by comparison.
It really takes guts to do archaeology, huh? Are you going to be okay by yourself?
Don't worry, it takes plenty of strength to do archaeology too.
Titi...
Anat?
She's fine... just muttering in her sleep.
The curator's office isn't far. Go out the side door and avoid the crowds. I'll come find you once the evacuation is complete.
What's going on? I'm not in my ambush position yet! Did you turn on the smoke early?
We didn't do anything.
What's happening?
Seems like someone else is causing a commotion.
Drat... I didn't see the target in the crowd. Where did she go?
Alright, change of plans. We're starting early. Find her, keep an eye on her, and keep me posted.
Roger.
Hurry. We need to blend into the crowd once we're done.
It'll be too late once the evacuation is finished.
Good... everyone is gone...
Pepe approaches the mummy and sees a blue light glowing in its chest.
The gem has vanished into the light and is nowhere to be seen.
Hrmph. So it was the gem...
It's not easy to carry you like this...
After observing the mummy for a few seconds, Pepe decides to push the mummy's raised left arm back down.
(Pushes the left arm down)
(Raises right arm)
Huh?
(Pushes the right arm down)
(Raises left arm)
What's going on with you?
...
Pepe cocks her head and ponders how to get the mummy to cooperate.
To her surprise, she finds that the mummy also cocks its head, as if in thought.
Wait... are you copying me?
Pepe takes a step to the left, and the mummy does the same.
Hm?
Pepe jumps backwards, and the mummy does the same, making a loud noise as it hits the wall behind it.
Pfft.
Looks like you can move your arms and legs, but not your brains.
Hey, if we can move in unison...
An idea comes to Pepe as she looks at Anat, who still lies passed out on the ground.
Almost to the curator's office. Alright, follow my movements and make a turn here.
(Turns right)
Gotta get it to hold Anat's shoulder tighter. She almost fell just now. Let's see...
(Moves right hand)
(Grabs Anat's shoulder)
(Frowns unconsciously)
Alright. Now follow me...
(Moans unconsciously)
Maybe we should take smaller steps...
...
I'll consider that a yes.
The mummy steps on the hem of its own robe and falls forward, right on top of Anat's tiny frame.
(Groans unconsciously)
That red mark on her face isn't going away for a while...
...
Oh, you genius.
Come on, hold her tightly this time.
(Frowns unconsciously)
Walk with me. Not too fast, not too slow. Good... one-two... one-two...
...
Take it slow and easy. We're almost there.
...
...
Pepe turns her head to find her pass lying on the floor. It must have fallen out of her pocket.
She looks at her own raised arms, then at the mummy's holding Anat.
If the mummy let go, it would drop Anat on her head...
How do I get into the office like this?
I can't use my hands... I have to use my foot...
(Reaches out one foot)
(Reaches out one foot)
Good, keep your balance.
Still can't reach it. I wish I didn't skip gym class...
Come on, you can do it!
Argh—
Despite trying her best, the pass still lies just beyond Pepe's reach.
She stretches a little too far and loses her balance.
Following her lead, the mummy lets go of Anat and falls in the same way.
Pepe can only watch as Anat's skull hits the floor, making a dull sound on impact.
(Unconscious cry)
...
...
Sorry, Anat, I'll give you my full support on your next research project.
Hanimefendi, do you need help?
Oh, I'm so glad you're here. Your curator isn't feeling well. Can you help me carry her into the office?
Alright.
I set Curator Anat on the sofa. Your posture is... interesting. Are you sure you don't need help getting up?
No, it's a special exercise I do.
Er, okay. What about the exhibit? Should I carry it inside too?
No, I can handle it on my own.
Alright... let me know if you need anything else.
I can finally move... that was close.
...
Stop staring and come in.
Good news, Narantuya, I found the target.
Yeah, near Hall Four. I helped her carry the unconscious curator into the office.
I'm certain she's in the office. There's no one else, other than the curator who's still out cold. I also have her pass.
No problem, I'll wait here for you.
Izaja?
Oh, Medjehtiqedti Hanimefendi, I...
What are you doing here, with the whole museum in chaos?
We're shutting things down for the day. Help lead these lost guests out.
What's going on? Where are we going?
Are we in danger?
Don't worry, just follow our staff here and she'll take you to a safe place.
B-But I have other things to do...
Alright, I will—
Look out!
Wh-What happened?!
Who brought a cloudbeast in here? Pets aren't allowed in the museum!
I-I didn't see any cloudbeasts...
We'll talk about your negligence later. I've got to catch it before someone steps on it.
...I guess I'm guiding the tourists outside.
(Mutter) Well, I think I can still make it.
Follow me, everyone. The exit is this way, to the right.
Isn't that the left?
She's staff here, I'm sure she knows what she's doing... hey, wait for us!
A heavy exhibition hall door is pushed open, then closed again.
No one remembers that it should be open, no one cares that it was opened, and no one has cleaned the dusty sign that reads 'Northeastern Tributary Exhibit' in ages.
The hall is silent.
Aspasia's heart thumps against her chest, almost loud enough to drown out her whispering footsteps.
She passes by the black monuments of lost tribes and colorful Kjerag rugs, casting her gaze towards the dark depths of the hall.
...Finally.
Our history awaits me in silence.
I must admit that one should look upon history with such solemnity.
From which lost temple's relief was the scroll before me drawn? From which Minoan peak was such immaculately white marble hewn?
And such imagination, piecing together a corner of an ancient Minoan family with ancient artifacts.
But—
It's all wrong!
I recognize you, the golden goblet that once sat in the center of the temple. My grandfather came to visit you, many years ago, as did my mother after him.
Much has my family suffered for your loss.
Why has this museum put it among the clay bowls for fermented milk? They share no common material or style!
And where is the other half of the pair? The Sargonians took them all, yet they do not keep them safe!
Even the exhibit description is—
She takes a long look at the exhibit label, then pulls the metal plate off the wall and looks to the other side.
Both sides are perfectly smooth, with only her own reflection upon them.
Signómi, this one was just left empty.
—But the biggest mistake is that these artifacts are here at all.
A century ago, Minos suffered the shame of Sargonian armies violating her soil, trampling on our civilization and history.
It should not have been so...
I must take them.
Follow this flight of stairs down, and you'll find the exit.
Now then, I have other business to attend to.
Something still doesn't feel right.
I don't think this is how we came in.
She's staff here. She knows what she's doing... right?
Will this way really take us home?
I must take you home.
I must bring you to the priests of Minos, that they may study and preserve you.
Aspasia walks solemnly towards the exhibition pedestal and lifts the goblet.
Minoan artifacts must not be allowed to lie forgotten in this forsaken, sunless hall.
Don't push! I can't see where I'm going. Shouldn't they put an underground light or something in the emergency exit?
Hey, there's a lady there setting up the exhibit. She looks more reliable than the other one. Let's ask her!
Have you come to see—
—Is this the way out of the museum?
...
Is there something I can help you with?