Indiana wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. The classroom where he was teaching was stiflingly hot despite the windows being wide open. He was required to look professional and conservative which meant roasting in a tweed suit. He was sure he remembered the weather forecast on the TV at home mentioning the temperature would be in the low to mid thirties Celsius and out of the whole University of Georgia his classroom was the only one with a broken air conditioning unit. 'They'll have it fixed by Tuesday' one of the janitors had said. It was now Wednesday. Some of the students in the class of twenty or so undergraduates looked sickly green and fanned themselves endlessly with their hands or pieces of paper.
 
 “Let's get back to this,” said Indy after a brief break. His accent was out of place for Georgia, being born and living most of his life in Princeton. He had only recently moved to Georgia a few years ago to teach at the university. He turned to a large black chalkboard decorated with detailed drawings and interpretations of stone age buildings and began writing. “Neo,” he began as he wrote in white chalk. “Meaning 'new' and -lithic... T.H...I.C,” he spelled the word aloud as the heat temporarily stole his concentration. “... Meaning 'stone'. Turkdean barrow near Hazleton,” Indy gestured to the chalkboard. “Contains a central passage and three chambers, or 'cysts'. This site also demonstrates one of the great dangers of archaeology. Not to life and limb, although that does sometimes take place. No, I'm talking about folklore. Local tradition held that there was a golden coffin buried at the site and this accounts for the holes dug all over the barrow and the generally poor condition of the find. However chamber three was undisturbed and the undisturbed chamber and the grave goods found in the area give us a good... uh, good reason to date the finds that we have,” Indy wiped his brow again, losing his chain of thought. “But don't confuse that with grave robbing, in which case we mean the removal of contents from the barrow.”

At that moment when Indy turned to write something on the chalkboard he heard a loud coughing and retching sound behind him. A young woman of a sickly green colour had keeled over her desk and began vomiting blood. Indy put down his chalk and turned to the classroom.
 “Uh, Westgate and Hamley,” he said pointing to the two students. “Take her to the washroom, would you please? Oh and ask one of the janitors to come here too.” He looked around the classroom for a moment. A number of other students looked the same pale colour as the young woman. At that moment the bell rang.
 “Any questions?” asked Indy as he gestured to the board. No one raised a hand. “No, ok, that's it for today then.” The students rose to their feet and made their way out of the classroom. “And remember Michaelson chapters four and five for next time,” he said loudly over the noise and bustle. "And I will be in my office on Friday but not Thursday." His lecturing for the day was finished but he was expected to be at a meeting in the next hour or so. He took out his phone from his desk and looked at the time. He wanted to phone Freyr and see how she was doing, but no, he thought, she was in work and probably wouldn't want to be disturbed. Indy remembered her mentioning something about showing a house to a wealthy lawyer. Hopefully her day was going well. He began to gather up a number of papers and items including a large briefcase when a middle-aged suited man entered the classroom.
 “Doctor Ford,” he began. Indy put his briefcase down and smiled.
 “Hello John,” he began. “I wasn't expecting you today, I have an appointment with two clients who want some research done on a mesolithic find.” John was the name of an old friend of Indy's who had worked with him on various sites as an archivist and researcher.
 “Yes, that's why I'm here. Mr. Grave was here earlier waiting to speak to you but he had to rush away. As I was speaking to him he suddenly starting vomiting blood. Most unpleasant. His associate phoned up earlier and mentioned he was too ill to make it also. Strange.”
 Indy looked at the classroom for a moment. He saw the blood on the floor. 

“Yes, very strange.”