Myra bit her lip and sighed, why was Micheal being so difficult? Sobek was the only thing on her mind, that had to be the reason. She shook her head and walked to her cabin where she started to pack and stuff all of her magical items in the old locker her dad had passed on to her in the Duat. It wasn't the real thing but a replica with the same code. 13/32/33, she laughed at how much her and her father enjoyed the Lakers. 

When she finished packing she just sat around and practiced the simple magic she used to learn at the first Nome, then some of the more complicated things she had learned at the twenty first Nome.