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Look at the level of detail. This guy could even imitate expressions and mouth movements.

Let me see inside your mouth. Aaah...

(Opens mouth)

Hmm. I can see structures resembling vocal cords. So why haven't you said a single thing?

Speech is just movement of the vocal cords and associated muscles. You should be able to emulate it...

Pepe approaches the mummy and places her hand on its throat. The mummy follows her movement, placing its hand on Pepe's throat.

You know...

You... know...

Yo... oo... no... oo...

Pepe draws her hand back, covering her mouth in amazement, wonder in her eyes.

So you CAN speak...

Inconceivable... the artificers of the Shah's time were amazing...

Right. I once read about that in <i>Artifacts of the Old Calendar Era</i>...

There were those who could seal a consciousness in gems by etching Originium circuits on it, then place it inside a body of gold, allowing it to survive for millennia without decay.

Lost... Zhayedan technologies... the Shahanshah will be very interested...

The trove must be somewhere deep inside your memories.

Just copying me isn't enough. You need to tell me where it is.

Let me see...

'First, the heart. At its first beat, we come to be. Second, the lungs. At their first breath, we come to feel.'

'Third, the bowels. We fill them with food, cultivate our tongues, and develop our own likings. Fourth, the liver. We go into the night, awake and alert, for duty and obligation.'

Fifth...

What came fifth?

The verse ends there...

Looks like the Arsalan researcher never found the answer.

But you'll help me find it, won't you?

She stretches out her hand and places her fingers on the mummy's throat.

Yes, hanimefendi.

Yes, hanimefendi.

Stop copying me.

Stop copying me.

She moves her hand from the mummy's throat to his hand and shakes it firmly. The mummy shakes her hand back.

I'll take that as a yes to our cooperation.

I'm here, Ajazi. Why aren't you at the door?

Where are you?

What?!

(Whisper) What do you mean you don't know where you are?

How am I supposed to go in without a pass...? Why is this office door built like a bloody vault?

We don't have time, the evacuation's almost done!

Ajazi, is the hall window next to the curator office's window?

Yes, I know it's high.

I'll be careful.

Please be quiet in the museum. Disorder is the enemy of reason.

Do not push. The statues and murals displayed here are not protected by glass cases and can easily be...

As I said, this statue was almost damaged. We don't want to see that happen, of course.

History may lie in the past, but that doesn't mean it's not of our concern. What we almost broke might be the joy of those who conquered the peaks centuries ago, or their mirth as they raised their goblets to one another.

How enlightening and professional...

...But are you sure you need to keep carrying that statue? Along with everything else you're carrying right now?

Yes, I'm bringing it all back to where it belongs.

You sure take your work seriously, even when the museum is about to close.

...Close?

They announced about an emergency. Haven't you heard? It really gave us a fright!

That bumbling woman who was guiding us couldn't tell left from right, and I mean literally.

I do agree that certain affairs at this museum leave much to be desired.

She brought us to this dump, then disappeared without a trace.

I must dissent. This is no dump. It is Minoan—

You have no idea how scared we were when we realized we were lost.

We'll be trapped in here with all the ghosts, if we don't get out in time!

Look at that armor, that altar for live sacrifice...

Yeah! That's why I never liked museums...

Aspasia catches the tourist before his head hits the floor.

Statue, clay jar, and goblet litter the floor, alongside the cannons that the Iberians used to carve open Bolívarian trade.

My dear! Are you alright?!

Fainted from a panic attack, I suppose.

I have some smelling salts here that should bring him back to his senses, but I advise you to get him examined thoroughly later.

Aspasia deftly crushes the cotton-wrapped glass tube, and places a wet cotton swab in front of the tourist's nose.

As the tourist comes to his senses, she lifts him up and calmly carries him to the front of the line.

An emergency, you say?

Oh... You sure have strong arms...

Follow me, ladies and gentlemen. I will protect you, if anything happens.

Wow...

*sigh* No more running around like this, alright?

I remember you. You're Lazvar's pet—

—Hey, no scratching! I just rescued you from the crowd! The least you could do is let me hug you for a moment or two.

Aww, you are so soft and fluffy. Where did Lazvar get you? I wanted one like you, but he wouldn't tell me what breed you were.

I didn't know why I found you so fascinating, until I realized that you looked like one of those cloudbeast statues from the Age of Shadow.

Say, since the staff are helping the visitors evacuate, and I can't have you running around the place, I'll take you to my workshop and show you the statue that's being restored.

Medjehtiqedti descends several flights of stairs, arriving at the conservation lab.

The air in the room is kept cold and dry to protect its contents. A single incandescent lamp illuminates the spacious room. Her exhales quickly turn to white fog.

The underground floor is dead quiet, the restoration staff being mobilized to help with the evacuation. She sniffs and feels her heart race.

No worries, little guy, here's my table...

Some resin-like, gold-colored substance remains on the table: leftovers from Titi's work—repairing artifacts with Originium Arts.

But the cloudbeast statue on the table is nowhere to be seen.

I-I didn't see any cloudbeasts...

A shadow flitted across your forehead just now, an ill omen. I fear you will meet with some misfortune soon.

What... are you?

Did you come back to life like that old mummy?!

Hey, I didn't fix you so you could run around like Anat's research subject!

And most certainly not to bring misfortune upon myself!

Did I hear someone scream? What happened?!

Oh, Medjehtiqedti Hanimefendi... What are you doing down here?

I thought you wouldn't be coming back for a while, with the museum being closed for the day, so I put away the artifacts under restoration...

Oh...

...Never mind. I'm in the mood to put in some overtime today. You can go.

What? No sign of the visitors evacuating the southeast wing? Izaja was supposed to bring them out!

I have to lock the gates! The vice curator gave the emergency shutdown order personally. I don't even want to think about how bad it must be.

Did anyone look inside?

Yeah, but they didn't see anyone. Where did Izaja take them?

Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?

Listen...

To what?