“Long time no see.” Beneath the mask, his eye glows brightly. A cruel smile forms on his lips as his gaze finds his genetic sibling, his reason for traveling to this back-water temporal zone. “Don’t be shy, girl. Let brother dearest take a look at you.”

   His lips form a humorless smile, rueful and wretched. He is tired. But soon the fruits of his labors will make it all worth while. “There is a saying that the humans of this era are so fond of – ‘there is no rest of the wicked.’ Fitting, is it not?.” 

     “I want a great many things– but I’ll settle for the world.”

        “How dreadful you look! You have gotten so old, Askani’son; I daresay that I have seen mummies in better condition than you.”