"The magic will work until sunrise, no matter where those effected by it go." Ahkmenrah informs Chris, as he finishes applying his eye liner. This done, he straightens up, carefully places his crown on his head, and then reaches to take back the tablet and the mirror.

"But if they are outside of the Museum's walls, when the first rays of dawn reach them, then the magic will fail..." He meets Chris's gaze, steady and serious, "...and they will turn to dust. That's why it's so important for you to guard the tablet. Because it's the only way we can be absolutely sure that anyone who does get out will come back."

This said, he smiles. Warm and reassuring, "Shall we go, Major of NYU?"