[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][@rivaan] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 8:00 p.m. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	
	[b][color=f7976a]Museum:[/color][/b] Neema thought about what Lauren had said, and while the woman might had said it as a joke, Neema was taking a more much serious approach to it. After a moment of contemplation the woman finally spoke up. "Ghosts? No. But there are other things in this world to believe in even if some might say otherwise," she said as she stood there. 

	Keeping her eyes on the new assistant Neema had to smile some. It was a rather awkward position for the man to be in. Thankfully even if he had looked up, chances were he wouldn't see anything. Western women still seemed to wear a lot of layers of peticoats when they wore skirts. That was, unless they were more free spirited. The old woman figured that the star of stage and screen would have been one that wouldn't have worn a single one. That would have made things very awkward. 

	At least for the assistant, seemed that Akhmed wouldn't have had an issue as he walked out of the front of the museum and glanced over at Mosi. Then again, maybe he would have considering even with his darker skin tone one could tell he was blushing at the thought of being Josephines significant other. "It is I who is honored," he said towards Josephine as he lead the women to the curb and hailed a cab for them. 

	"Hour is late but these demonstrations takes so long, we should make it just at the break point for the evening," he explained as a taxi pulled up and he opened the door to help the ladies in. He waited and assisted as needed. Only finally climbing in once they were situated and comfortable. Speaking in Arabic he gave directions to the driver and they were finally off. 

	The hour was becoming late. So late in fact that as Vera looked at her watch she was becoming concerned. There was still no word from Peter or George. Had they lost track of time? Surely the sun setting and nearly set at this point would have let them know it was time to get back to the museum. Had something happened? No, everything was fine. She had to keep telling herself that, one had already died today, the chances of someone else getting hurt were not something to dwell on. 

	Taking Reginalds hand she nodded. It wasn't often but it had been a long day, her mind was swimming, it was probably better she had someone to lean against, just in case. Not so much for her sake but for the sake of the artifacts within the museum that could easily be ruined if she made one misstep too many. [color=f7976a]"Yes, please do. To the right out of my office, end of the hallway you will turn left, three doors down and another left. Follow it to the end and then through the double doors to the stairs which will lead you down to the archives, two flights,"[/color] she said giving instruction to Nora before moving with Reginald out of the office and in the very direction she had just spoken.