Atlantis

INDIANA JONES AND THE FATE OF ATLANTIS
“Mmh, let go of me, Indy. I think I’m having a vision,” she said,
grimacing painfully.
He slid off the bed and stood back to give her room, unsure of
what to expect. The redhead thrashed wildly, ripping the top sheet
halfway off the bed. Then she sat up and pulled her legs beneath
her, assuming an Indian-style position. Indy kept his distance, but
watched closely. Sophia placed her hands palms-down on the
mattress, and raised her face to the ceiling. The bed lamps winked
out, plunging the room into darkness. Tendrils of electric energy
sparkled through the links of the chain as the pendant projected its
eerie fluorescent light across the woman’s upturned face. Her
mouth was parted slightly, her eyes closed. She looked more like a
sorceress now than a seeker of Atlantis.
When she spoke, her voice was cool and clear. “The first
key…” she whispered.
Indy reached out and touched her hand gently. “What is it,
honey?”
Her mouth moved silently until she found her voice again. “I
see a pyramid…”
Indy still wasn’t sure if he believed in Nur-Ab-Sal, but he did
have faith in Sophia. “Describe it for me,” he urged.
She touched the medallion on her chest, holding it between her
thumb and forefinger, concentrating hard. “It has five tiers… stairs
on all sides… partially covered by jungle, and yet to be
reclaimed.”
“Then it’s not the Temple of the Jaguar,” said Indy, dismissing
the most famous pyramid in Tikal.
“In the temple lies the keeper of the first key… and that is all.”
Her eyes flicked open and the medallion went out. The bedside
lamps abruptly sputtered back to life. Sophia Hapgood looked
around in a daze, blinking rapidly. “What happened?”
“I think you were possessed by that necklace. You said
something about a pyramid in the jungle, and ‘the first key’.”
Her brow knitted in perplexity as she tried to remember what
she’d seen, but Sophia drew a blank. “I said that?”
“Yeah. Does it make any sense?”
She smoothed out her nightshirt and tugged the elastic waistline
of her pajamas back up with a sigh. “No, but I need to sleep on it.
Maybe I’ll have the answer in the morning.”
Indy looked crestfallen. “So you still don’t want to...”
Sophia pulled back the covers and switched off her lamp. “Good
night, Indy.”
Indiana Jones turned off his lamp reluctantly and crawled into
bed beside her. “Thanks a lot, Nur-Ab-Sal,” he muttered sullenly.
Sophia giggled in the darkness beside him. “Sorry, Indy. Better
luck next time.”
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