Yami slowly blinked open his eyes and looked around. Marik was next to him lying on the ground, on his back, eyes still shut. Still out cold, Yami thought. They weren't in the museum anymore.

Everywhere Yami looked, there was soft golden brown sand. Up ahead in the distance, there was a town. but it was a far distance away.

Marik began to stir and Yami glanced at him. He realized that Marik looked different. He now wore a white and gold tunic with brown sandals, the precise color of the sand that wound up to his ankles. He wore golden bracelets and chains, it was as if he was an Egyptian during its rich ancient days.

Marik sat up and blinked, he looked at Yami and his eyes widened. "W-what are you wearing?! And where are we?!" Marik said clearly bewildered, as he glanced around them at their surroundings in panic.

Yami stood and looked down at himself. Like Marik, he also, was wearing a tunic that was white and gold. Except he had more gold, chains, bracelets and luminous, lusterous jewels. He also wore a solid gold crown on his head, wore an epic royal blue cape and the Milennium Puzzle was still present. It dangled around his neck and glinted in the fiery Egyptian sun. For his feet, he wore sandals just like Marik. Yami's skin was even darker, the color of chocolate.

"I don't know myself, Marik. Yet, I'm not the only who has changed." Yami replied calmly.

"My head aches," Marik moaned. "We got sucked into the stone tablet and by the looks of it, we went back in time to ancient Egypt." He got to his feet sluggishly.

"It looks like it," Yami said and pointed forward to where the town was in the distance. The town looked as it would've in ancient Egypt. "Let's just get to the town over there. Maybe we can find out more from the people over there."

Marik simply nodded and they began the trek towards the town that gradually grew bigger.

It was awkward for them to be walking together like this. They were enemies and yet here they were, talking to each other slightly and walking alongside each other.

At last, after about an hour they arrived at the small town. There were stone buildings everywhere and numerous people out on the streets carrying on with their work and daily lives. As they walked between the first two buildings, some people spotted them and gasped.

"It is the Pharaoh!" Someone gasped, "what is he doing here?"

"And who is that with him?" Someone added another question.

Suddenly, more and more people appeared and crowded around them both. People started bowing to Yami while Marik watched him awkwardly.

At the same time, they both saw a flash of white hair at the very back of the crowd. Yami's eyes widened as he realized who that snowy white hair belonged to.

Marik asked instead, "could it be?" The crowd parted for them and together they walked to the very end of the mass of people. Someone with white hair had their back turned to them.

"Turn around!" Yami commanded with his strong voice fit for giving orders. The white haired person slowly turned around and Yami and Marik both saw his face. "It... it's Bakura!"

Bakura wore a dark blue kilt with a red cloak that had a lusterous golden trim. His skin was the color of chocolate and his eyes were the same color as Marik's, lavender. He had a long scar that ran down the right side of his face, maybe from a knife or sword. His hair was pointy and just like Marik's hair, it came below his shoulders. (Marik's hair is a bit shorter than Bakura's, slightly over shoulder length.)

"The Pharaoh!" Bakura said with a different voice. The voice of the spirit within the Millennium Ring. This wasn't the Bakura they knew, this was the spirit of the Millennium Ring. The Bakura they knew was friendly and looked much different from this one, but they still looked similar.

Bakura bowed  and got up slowly, "why are you in this meager town? You should be at the palace running Egypt." He eyed Marik suspiciously, "and who is this?"

Behind them, the crowd looked at them, probably asking themselves the same questions in their minds.

"I don't think this is the appropriate place to talk about this here," Yami said in a hushed tone. Marik nodded his head in agreement.

 "Then we can discuss this at my temporary residence." Bakura stated and began to walk further into the town. Yami and Marik followed him all the way to his temporary home.

They arrived in a small stone building, no one was home. It was clear Bakura was alone and no one had traveled with him. They halted in the living room and Bakura turned around to face them.

"How rude of me, I have not even introduced myself! I am Bakura."

"Yes, we know," Yami said. Bakura's eyes widened in astonishment. "We know because we come from the future."

"But Atem, you are our Pharaoh. How is this poss-" Bakura was interrupted by Marik.

 "Atem? Marik asked curiously. "That's your name Pharaoh?"

"Of course it is, now who are you?" Bakura asked Marik in return.

"I'm Marik," he muttered in reply.

"He's a close acquaintance of mine." Yami covered for Marik and they both locked their gazes awkawardly.

"Ahh... I see." Bakura smiled sinisterly, "why don't you tell me how you got here after some refreshments?" With that, he walked into another room which was the kitchen.

"Do you trust him?" Marik asked all of a sudden.

"No but-" Atem stopped speaking as Bakura walked back into the room with a small tray of water and bread.

"I'm afraid this is all I have right now," Bakura apologized.

"It's alright Bakura, we weren't starving anyway, right Marik?" Atem asked Marik as they both took some bread and a cup of water.

Marik grumbled and murmured, "no we weren't starving."

"Thank you, Bakura," Atem said when he finished. Marik nodded his thanks.

"It is my pleasure," Bakura said. "Now why don't you tell me your story?"

Atem told Bakura everything. That they came from another time, but Atem actually did belong because he was the Pharaoh of the time period they had traveled back in time to. He also told him of what transpired in the museum and that they wanted to get back to the present, or future in Bakura's case.

Is he sure we should be telling everything that happened to Bakura? He is the spirit of the Millennium Ring, whom is a grave robber. Marik thought to himself as he watched Atem tell Bakura everything. Does he actually trust him?

"Do you think you can assist us and get back to the present?" Atem asked finished with the story of what occurred in a day.

"I do know how to get back and of course, I'll assist you." Bakura said his voice cloaked sinisterly. "I was actually just on my way back to the palace tomorrow, we can all go there tomorrow. We shall solve your problem there." Atem nodded and Marik narrowed his eyes at Bakura. "I'm afraid I only have two vacant rooms available in this small building. One of us will have to share rooms with the other," Bakura said. "Since you Atem, are Pharaoh, I can share with Marik."

"No, no it's alright. I can share with Marik, after all, this is your temporary residence." Atem insisted.

Marik felt like both of them thought that he was the worst room mate on the planet. How would they know anyway? I've never shared a room with either of them until now.

"Oh, alright. If you insist," Bakura said and bowed. "Thank you my Pharaoh. I shall show you both to your room, so if you will please follow me." He walked down a short hall with only two doors, one on the left and the other on the right. He pointed to the door on the right, "this will be your room." He pointed to the left door now, "and this is my room."

Atem and Marik nodded and went into their room after saying good night to Bakura. Marik closed the door behind them and sank to the floor leaning on the door.

"You actually trust him?" Marik was astonished. "You know he's a grave robber and he never gets caught! He's not called Thief King Bakura for nothing!"

"Listen Marik," Atem said annoyed. "I already know, you don't need to inform me of that. For now, we must trust him because he's our only chance to get back to the present. The only who can help us with this problem and the only one who knows what to do in order to get back. Understand?"

Marik was silent. Fine, if Atem trusts that grave robber, then he's a fool. He thought. Ha! The Pharaoh will come running to me for help when he possibly gets killed or gets stuck in one of Bakura's death traps. He got up, crossed his arms over his chest and snapped out of his thoughts.

There was only one bed in the room, and it wasn't very large at that. There were two windows, one on each side of the room with the moonlight shining through. The room was very small, there was only the bed as furniture, nothing else.

Atem was already in bed on half of the bed, his back turned to Marik. There was the sound of faint creaking outside  their room and Marik thought, It's Bakura! I'm sure it was. He was eavesdropping on our conversation!

He was furious but exhausted from the day's events so he climbed into his side of the bed and fell into a deep slumber.