The city of Aberdeen seems to match the gloomy overcast weather. Due to a local initiative to use local granite in construction projects, the majority of the buildings are a drab stone gray. Cars and carriages wheel about the cobblestone streets as the city begins to rise with the morning.

"Follow me," says the father waving towards the nearby harbor terminal. "My contact should be waiting for us there." At a brisk pace the party follows the father into the large stone building. Father Hennessy is hailed almost immediately by a man who jumps up from the bench where he had been sitting.

"By god Father, you had me fearing the worst!" says the man as he strides forward to clasp Father Hennessy's hand.

A tired grin on his face, the father warmly shakes the man's hand. "My apologizes Hiram. As I said in our correspondence my suspicions were proven to be true." He places a hand on the man shoulder and guides him to the rest of the party. "Allow me to introduce you to Professor Jones of Oxford." Professor Jones is a distinguished looking older man who fits the classic stereotype of the British professor to a 'tea'. Clarke vaguely recognizes him from his time in the field as a noted expert in archeology and anthropology who has conducted a number of digs in Egypt.

"You chaps must be exhausted and I'm sure you have questions. But perhaps I could interest you in sausage and tea?" He leads the party to a small restaurant. The professor seems to be a regular as the staff instantly recognize him and the party is quickly seated. In short order cups and a steaming kettle are brought to the table. Professor Jones busies himself preparing the tea.

After more than a week of running, of abject terror and horror, of death and mayhem, of sights that no human mind was meant to see, the scent of tea wafting from the pot was a soothing sense of normalcy. The early morning quiet is only broken by the burble of poured tea as the Professor fills each cup. Taking a long sip, Professor savors the flavor for a moment. Taking another, he sets down the cup. "So... Where should I begin?"
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