[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Second Deck (Personal Cabin) 
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr]

The enveloping feeling of being consumed by unknown forces had by now been replaced by familiar shapes and forms now behaving normally around Mahendra. They were still in some sense foreign to him, but he himself was managing to comprehend their strangeness, even take certain shapes himself to align to them so much that they recognized him as one of them. Them being people, he would slowly understand as his dream kept unfolding. Saraswati had left him for now, but he could stand his ground by himself. He was ready to step into his place in that world. 

The next parts of his pain- and burn-indused dream was a whole lot more grounded that the lucid hallucinations beforehand. He recognized several people he knew in the real world; His professor and several students from Oxford University, his wife back in India who smiled at him and gave him the sense that she supported him, and the first people he worked with in England as a geologist. It was a comforting sight to see the people he knew and trusted, but also missed. Some he hadn't seen for months and years, some he might never see again. As Mahendra turned away from them, he saw another group of people with him; the so-called Fellowship. The group of unlikely companions in Egypt now on some unknown but grand quest to solve ancient mystery that affected them. Some of the figures were clearer than others, amongst them being the Lord Mayor as a person of stature and authority, and Lauren as the kind lady that had taken care of him. 

When would he wake up to once again see them?

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Lower Deck (Dining Area)
[Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] None[/center][hr] 

[Color=#255DB3]"Where have I heard of that before?"[/color] Richard let the question hang in the smoke-filled air of the lower deck, not being able but to feel the sense of deja-vu roll over him as he took another good long drag of his cigarette. When were you going to snap? You all didn't know her. She wouldn't do something like that. I was going find out what happened. Richard, the hard-boiled detective that was slowly but surely becoming that rotting egg, had heard all of that before. Of course people don't believe that they loved and close ones can do "something like that". Why would they, they didn't know that they were lying through their teeth. People rarely show their true selves to others, and even then people forget those parts when they seek to rescure their idealized version of an angel. 

The worst part was that Richard himself had been like that...still was like that. His little girl wouldn't just run away, no matter what people told him. And he would not stop looking for her. Never. It was the burning passion of his soul those days, the only thing warm in him perhaps. Or one of them. 

With the call to put away their plates and Faye doing so, Richard was soon to follow. But finally his usually observant eyes snapped back to action, watching as...HIS SLEEVE WAS ON FIRE! [Color=#255DB3]"Jesus H. Christ!"[/color]  Richard didn't even think what to do, and just grabbed the nearest glass or bottle and pour the remaining liquid on his sleeve. The fire wasn't difficult to put out, but Richard was nonetheless standing up, breathing heavily as he wondered just what the hell had happened. But with the obvious looks from the other passengers locked on him, he briefly gave them looks back and put away his tray and glass as he told them [Color=#255DB3]"الى ماذا تنظرين؟*"[/color] 

With his tray and glass put away, Richard was again with Faye as she asked him if he found the lack of clues odd. Richard gave her a look of something of a mix of annoyance and disbelief, though he answered her question first. [Color=#255DB3]"I find it odd? Not really; any lack of clues point to someone wanting to cover their tracks, and eventually they'll screw up and drop a whole wheelbarrow of it."[/color] Richard's answer was quick, but turned just as quickly into a sarcastic question. [Color=#255DB3]"You know what I do find odd? The fact that you didn't tell me that my sleeve was on fire. When were you going to tell me that?"[/color] Richard asked, but his venomous words soon lost their bite as he tried to calm down and determined to turn back to the case. [Color=#255DB3]"Let's go upstair, find your army boys. We might ask them some questions, and I need to air out this singe."[/color]

[hider=*Translation]What are you looking at?[/hider]