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Ahkmenrah woke up silently, as usual, and moved to slide the lid off of his sarcophagus. It was dark, and cramped, and he hated it. After being locked in it for half a century, it would make sense.
He did not, however, expect it to be locked.
And, so, thinking it was only stuck, he pushed a little bit harder. His thoughts began to spiral from there. What had he done wrong this time? Why was he locked in? Where were his guards? Where was Larry, Guardian of Brooklyn? Or Teddy? Even Sacajawea. Was it all a mistake?
“Larry?” He called, his voice only slightly raised. With no answer, he tried again, louder this time. “Larry! I-I wish to be let out, now! Please?”
Dead silence followed, and he started to panic. His breathing quickened, and his heart sped up. It devolved into sobbing, and banging on the lid, from there.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Rattle. Repeat.
“LET ME OUT! PLEASE! LARRY, TEDDY, NICKY, SOMEONE! BY ALL OF THE GODS, SAVE ME!”
No one came.
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Jed woke up, briefly calm from the sensation of weightlessness. Well, he was calm, until he realized he was being manhandled. His azure eyes snapped open. Some stranger, definitely not Gigantor, held him in a fist. He began to thrash. It wasn’t so effective when one was three inches tall, he had to say. Rather roughly, he was placed down into an exhibit. As he got up, and recovered, the tall, lanky, bearded man slid a glass barrier shut.
Everything around him was still wax, and not alive. They definitely weren’t familiar, either. Where was Oct, or Larry? He missed them. Where had he been taken? Why didn’t the tablet work on everyone else? Had some of the keys been moved? So many questions…
Jedidiah sat for hours, eventually busying himself with his hat. Fiddling with the little leather ties on the brim.
He knew he was in trouble when the warm, orange sunlight hit his face. Something in the tablet had definitely been changed. He wasn’t dead, and he wasn’t frozen. But, with sunrise came visitors, so he had to hide. Where, though? As a last resort, he jumped behind the saloon replica, and curled into a ball, hoping that this would be over soon.
It was. He fell asleep, and for the first time ever, dreamed.