[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/28577c336232aad3fb697adc8afb5c1a/tumblr_inline_miycemBe1B1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Cairo - Headed Towards The Museum [/center][hr][hr]	As the cat dashed off towards the museum, Nora's eyes widened and she felt rather faint for a moment. Her eyes darted down to the dressing covering her brand before she returned her gaze to the cat. There had been too many coincidences lately for her to dismiss as mere slight of hand. Either this was real or someone was going to desperate measures in order to trick her. She nodded her head in turn as Neema asked if they should depart, following Neema down the street.

	Nora couldn't help but notice that the cat now served as their guide. She was a bit surprised when the American asked to tag along, but Nora couldn't think of a reason to protest. Americans seemed to have fallen into a habit of following her to the museum as of late. [color=#00ccff]"I do not mind in the slightest,"[/color] Nora answered, though she then glanced towards Neema. If Neema protested the tagalong, Nora would follow suit. She was in Neema's debt and saw her judgment to be increasingly wise. 

	The cat itself was most peculiar. It would wait for them if they got too far behind, only to speed up once more when they had caught up. She had never seen a cat act in such a way before and Nora could not help but wonder if Bastet was guiding them. It was an explanation she imagined Neema giving them, though cats were intelligent creatures. Perhaps it was just by chance that it had elected to act as their guide. Maybe it thought they were overgrown kittens, in need of shelter? It was all so very strange, Nora could hardly wrap her mind around it...

	But hopefully they would arrive at the museum in time. They only had fifteen minutes left.