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Larry groaned as eyes slowly opened, his head was pounding and he had just had the weirdest dream, but at least now he could wake up and- wait. Why was his pillow warm?
That was when he realized that
A. That wasn’t his pillow but a warm hand keeping his head off the floor.
B. There was a very concerned, very familiar face looking down at him.
“Ahk?” He said in confusion and the other man breathed a sigh of relief “Thank god Larry, I thought you hit your head.”
He looked up behind him to see the sun still streaming in from behind him, hitting Ahkmenrahs back. So it wasn’t a dream. He groaned, “What happened?”
“Well if you get off the floor I’ll tell you.”
He then found himself sitting across from Ahkemenrah at his dining room table, where he explained the situation “You see, after the tablet and I returned last year-“
“Wait, returned? From the British museum?”
“Apparently some of the staff there realized I wasn’t actually on their records and returned me, and the tablet.”
“Okay, go on..”
“While I was in the British Museum I learned more of the tablets secrets from my father, and I decided to experiment while I was here.” Larry didn’t like the sound of that, but he stayed silent.
“And one night.. well.. we’re alive Larry, I’m not entirely sure how but we are.”
That was a lot to process at 6 AM so he stayed silent. He had left that part of his life behind, he was a teacher, he bought a house! And while he had missed those guys everyday he knew it was for the best. Now he had been plunged into the deep end, again, with no preparation, again, at least this time Cecil wasn’t here to steal museum artifacts.
“Okay.. okay okay okay.” Larry got up and started pacing, then stopped. “We need to get everyone out of there before the museum opens.”
“Not everyone Larry, but yes.”
“What do you mean not everyone?”
Ahk shrugged and smiled sheepishly “I think the power of the tablet was very limited when it came to this particular task, it only brought.. a few of us back to life.”
Larry had a feeling he knew which few he was talking about and he groaned, running to get his phone. He had to call Director McPhee and sort out this mess.