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"That sounds like a good plan to me." Abby began opening the buttons on her gown in order to pull it off. "And I wasn't worried about the windows, it's just funny. Do you have some sort of formal title I should be using when I speak with the Empress?"

"Oh gods, and the windows were open!" she laughed. After a moment she added, "You're sure you don't want to go home? You're right, they would look for us there, but they may be looking for us there whether or not we ARE there. Your family and people there now wouldn't even know someone might try...

Abby buried her head in Cal's shoulder and sighed. "I think our time is running out," she said in a lazy voice. "Your potion is wearing off and we've slowed down. I shouldn't be far behind." She laughed suddenly. "You know, most people just use a bed for this kind of thing, not Egyptian Temples...

For the next 20 minutes, they are nearly oblivious to the world around them. Since anything removed from their persons would become solid and untouchable until the potion wore off, Abby became very quickly appreciative of the Scottish customs regarding how one wears a kilt. Her own skin tingled...

"Well, now that you mention it..." She grasped his hand and pulled him down to her, just slowly enough to give him a chance to remember that the bench was solid. "I have been looking for a chance to get you all to myself, with no interruptions." She put her hand behind his head and kissed him...

"I could have asked, too. No, I don't want to live in fear, of others, or of myself." She was quiet again for a moment. "I'm still keyed up. And an impending interview with the Empress isn't helping me relax."

"Darling, that was the last time I saw you until you showed up in the Legionnaire's uniform. I don't see any reason we'd need to get into that. They felt I might know where the artifact is now, and that you might know how to get to it, as you managed to get access to the Queen's magic carpet."...

“Yes, it would be a bad idea to let infection set in. Are you asking me to keep your name completely out of this? It makes sense not to let them see you until the memory of the dirigible pilot fades in their minds, but the fact that you were in Egypt is well-established through Mr. Stevenson’s...

"Then we'd better get our story straight. For example, why am I still here instead of on my way back to Egypt? A minor problem with the dirigible causing the need to come back for a repair makes sense there. You and I have known each other for years now, so it would make sense that I'd come to...

"At first I thought you must have called the carriage somehow, but the Grand Duke seemed more plausible." She began to consider the seat as part of the floor and therefore solid, then sat down. "Glad you picked up my cue there, not that it was subtle. We've never had a need to try to signal...

"Of course it's solid, it's a floor," she muttered to herself. Once Cal returned, she asked, "How long until we're solid again?"

Abby wasn't quite imaginative enough to defy gravity, but if she could pass through the wall of a coach, she could pass through the ground. As long as she didn't look. The power of disbelief might not be able to quite manage that. As long as she was practicing her believing, she also believed...

'Questions later, escape now,' she thought to herself. She copied Cal's movement, remembering the floor was solid, but she could pass through whatever she wished to, and tried to prepare herself for what she'd see outside.

"It's nothing, go!" she said urgently, catching up with Cal and moving toward the door with him. "Gerome will be bragging about how he mortally wounded me tomorrow, the gutless coward."

Even though she knew those bullets couldn't hurt him, her heart still skipped when the gun went off. She held the idea firm in her mind that the only things that were solid to her were those she wished to be. These men could not harm her. And she was collected enough to know that her urge to...

"Ram us? What is going on out there?" she still whispered, as the last thing they wanted was attention drawn toward the two of them as they disappeared.

Abby held on even tighter, perhaps they would both not be solid soon, but they were the same. And two people who are the same can hold on to each other. "Almost there," she whispered. "Ready?"

The sound of both carriages racing was making enough noise that Abby could pitch her voice so only Cal could hear. She very purposely did not look toward him while she spoke. "What have you done to me?"

She hadn't noticed the carriage going particularly fast during their ride, but with eight horses, and it having been Daguerre's, of course it must be moving magically faster as well. What must their pursuers be using to be able to overtake them? Abby covered her mouth with her hand. "Cigars...

Abby made sure she had a tight hold on Callum's hand. She suspected something like a feather fall, a jump, or a levitate, but was prepared even for something like a Fly spell. "Gerome, once again your courage is astounding. I can smell your desperation from here. And since your group is...