[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 5th, 1924 - 9:00 a.m. Local Time - A New Day[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center]
	Once everyone had turned in the night was blissfully uneventful, or at least as much so as those involved knew. Vera still had not emerged from her bedroom at the barracks, not even for breakfast yet. Spending most of her night sobbing in and out of sleep. George held a heavy heart and remained with her, tending to her as best he could. Mostly that had involved just being there for her and changing out a handkerchief every so often so she was not trying to wipe away her tears with a soaking wet piece of fabric. 

	Sitting in a chair on the other side of the room he watched her, his single eye keeping vigil. He could understand her sorrow or at least he thought he could. To lose someone you cared for was never easy. From what Peter had told him, he had cared a great deal for Vera and it seemed she in turn returned those feelings. What exactly Peter had felt for Vera, the world would perhaps never know. What Vera felt for Peter was only for her. She wasn't sobbing because she lost a love, she was sobbing because she lost a friend. She was sobbing because she had not loved him. He had come here for her and died. The guilt weighed heavily on her. 

	The tears had stopped and she was awake but she still didn't move. Just laying her bed, staring blankly at the wall across from her. George offered to go get her something to eat, to drink. She did not respond. He wasn't just going to leave her there. He only got up to open the door when there was a knock. a member of his majesties army standing there and informing them breakfast would be served for another hour. George nodded and shut the door. He would stay unless she told him to leave. 

	Others were still laying in bed. Akhmed being on of them but he was anything but sobbing. He laid on his back, a broad satisfied grin on his lips as he ran his fingers gently up and down a certain starlets back. What a night it had been. While others were in mourning, unbeknownst to him, he was in awe. Certainly he could have returned to his home once things were done but forgo awaking that morning with that luscious blond hair next to him? Never. He only finally stopped his hand moving when the knock came. Turning his head he called out what but there was no answer, just another knock.     

	Letting out a huff he sat up, letting his legs fall over the edge of the bed before rising and stepping to the door, swinging it open and not bothering to cover himself. "Yes?" he demanded. The man at the door just repeated what he had told George before walking off. Turning Akhmed shut the door and glanced back towards the goddess. "Shall we get something to eat? I have a feeling you are famished."

	There was a knock at Nora's door, Aton was standing there with the push cart. Neema had left a small note on the breakfast tray for Nora letting her know she had a few things to tend to that morning but she would be back home this evening. Something had come up apparently, something Aton had no idea what it was. It seemed that Neema wasn't the only one that was busy that day. A certain red head was not at the food stand this morning. She was out for the day it seemed and would not be working that day. No answer at her door. Those she worked with were unsure when she would return, only that they had been informed she wasn't available to work today and had taken the day off. She was scheduled off the next two days as well, so the earliest they hoped to see her back was in three days time. 

	The city was buzzing, the smell of smoke hung heavy in the air and the morning papers read about a fire that had broken out at the statistics department the night before. The fire had burned through over half the building before it was contained and there was word in the paper of a death caused by the fire. It did not say who. Yet a message was sent to the barracks, addressed to a Lord Major Keystone from the Anglo-American hospital. 

	[i]~Dear Sir, 

		We regret to inform you that there was in a fire at the Statistics Department last evening. Unfortunately one perished during the fire. The body itself is unidentifiable due to the fire but we were informed that the persons identity is a Lord Captain Peter Keystone of Englands Royal Air Force. Due to the non native nature of the deceased we require a member of staffed military or diplomatic of the United Kingdom to identify and claim the remains, otherwise they will be interned here in Cairo in an unmarked grave. 

	Dr. Moreau~[/i]