Riding across this sun-baked desert has left me weak, I am so in need of a drink,of anything! At last I come upon a building, a filthy looking bar but this will do. Entering cautiously as my eyes adjust to the smokey dark, I see a group of females around a man on the floor. He has fallen and he can't get up or something like that. I rush over and bend down to help the poor fellow who appears to be out cold, I raise his head, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek Aknehatate!" I scream and let his head fall back onto the hard floor. I am breathless! Here was Aknehatate, alive! or semi-alive I guess! And I had news he had gone into the Nile years ago.

I gather his head into my arms and stroke his forehead "I am so sorry Aknehatate, but you were supposed to be dead!" The group of ladies around me, his harem I suspect, giggled and one said "when he wakes up he is going to wish he was!" and they all burst into raucous laughter. I fail to see the humor, but think to myself "knowing Akne as I do I am sure they have good reason for their comments."