Walter Johnston

As you check the museum is locked you can hear your two co workers leave in their cars. Getting to your BMW you double check you have all your stuff. At 52 you feel you have done very well for yourself though no were near as well off as your younger colleagues but you still had plenty of money a nice house on the outskirts of London and was the head curator of the British museum.

Driving off through the heavy rain you can't help but think of the paintings of the princess sitting in the museum basement. Looking forward to finding out her secrets you soon arrive home.

A few hours later you have showered had dinner and are on your third glass of port. Picking a book on Ancient Egyptian warfare you begin to read. Normally this subject would be more Evelyn's area of expertise but tonight it strangely fascinates you.

As the hours pass you look up to the grandfather clock and see that is one in the morning. Deciding to go bed you can hear a loud banging and think "it is really thundering out there." That is when you notice though there is a storm outside the loud bangs you are hearing are not thunder. It is someone banging on your front door.

"who the hell could it be at this hour?" You think to yourself as you pull on your dressing gown and go to open it. Your empty glass falls from your hand and smashes on the floor when you see who standing there smiling at you in the cold rain.