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Chris is already second-guessing his agreement to work as a temporary night guard here at the museum. Mr. Daley's offer to help him get the job had seemed pretty cool at the time but his lecture on Ancient Egyptians being the original badass inventors had seemed pretty cool at the time, too, and like something Chris might want to study.

But now that it's ten o'clock, he's trapped here until six in the morning, and he's just meandering around with a Starbucks in one hand and a package of M&M's in the other, it's starting to feel less and less like a cool idea and more like a stupid one. Like, he knew Mr. Daley used to work here so maybe felt obligated to find some chump to fill this position while the museum tried to find someone permanent or something, and that chump was Chris — the only idiot in class to show some enthusiasm.

Whatever. He can just quit tomorrow.

He decides to get looking over the Egypt exhibit out of the way promptly and heads over there pretty much as soon as the doors are locked. It's not like there's anything here he can decipher on his own; he would've been better off just taking the day tour. There's a golden tablet and a sarcophagus but nothing super out-of-the-ordinary, nothing that tells Chris anything about Egypt's ingenuity. He reads the plaques but they just go on about the usual stuff, the Pyramids and grave-robbing and blah blah blah.

"Oh my God," he groans. "This is so boring."

(Little does he know if he happened to leave this exhibit and head elsewhere, he'd be able to talk to Roosevelt and tiny cowboys and dinosaurs and a really obnoxious Easter Island head.)

He turns back to study the sarcophagus. It's not under glass which seems weird to him. Like, ropes aren't gonna stop people from touching it.

...Maybe he should touch it! He leans over the ropes to look closely at its face. Did the dude inside really look like this? Is the dude actually in there? It's kinda creepy to think he's could be staring face-to-face with a dead guy, mummy or not.

Maybe touching it's a bad idea, actually. He remembers stories of people dying after messing with Egyptian artifacts.

So, yeah, no touching. Just inspecting.