[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Bank of the river Nile[/center][hr]

The conversation going on between Haakon and Josephine was pleasent enough, at least when they finally reached an area of Cairo that they didn't have to yell over. The topics were far and near, ranging from Josephine's previous and up-coming movies and once again the new technology of sound-films; other subjects were of Haakon bragging about his own accomplishments, his article he was writing and a also jumping briefly into the case of the Pharaoe's Curse. 

That part was cut short as the so pain embedded his finger, his eyes not sure whether to stare at his burning finger or The Ring appearing in the river itself. [Color=DF0101]"Hva fanden er detta her?"[/color] Haakon said quietly to himself, turning from the river to face Josephine, who seemingly was experiencing the same thing judging from the look in face. [Color=DF0101]"The pain, you feel it too? And...the ring, in the river! No, this surely can't be real. It must be an illusion, that damned cook must have slipped something into my coffee!"[/color]

But all the talk of it being an illusion, it sure as hell didn't feel like it, and Haakon began moving down the river itself in pursuit of the ring. He began to jog, his mind forgetting about Josephine until he came to a stop again; a woman was standing before them, quickly hiding her hand just as she saw them. And for a brief second Haakon could swear that he'd seen her before, altough that surely couldn't be true? Then again, the ring and all of this surely couldn't be either, but that didn't stop the ring from being clearly visible on the Nile and the pain soaring in his hand. 

But the ring was gone, just like the pain, much to Haakon's relief. The branding around his finger however brought back the fear quickly. 

[Color=DF0101]"Ehm...sure, nice weather..."[/color] Haakon said, giving her a confused look as he tried to piece it all together, but to no avail. He shot a look back at Josephine, whether or not she was there, and then looked back at the lady who reached out her hand. [Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard, journalist...now this must certainly just be part of my wildest imagination, but I must ask: Did you follow that ring, the one in the river? And the museum? Well, eh...Josephine. I have a strange feeling that perhaps we should visit it too..." [/color]

Haakon took of his fedora, brushing his hand through his hair and breathing heavily, his eyes darting back and fourth as if looking for an answer. In all his years of, well just about everything he'd experienced, this really puzzled him. And not only that, it frightened him.