"That is not a good idea," Dr. Pablos says from the entrance to the tent. I look up, frowning.

"Forgive me for eavesdropping, but there is more to the story than you know," Dr. Pablos adds, cleaning his glasses.

"Do tell," Omar replies. Dr. Pablos sits next to us at the table.

"Ricardo, his group, the Migraçãos, they have this form of religious beleif that they were part of an abudction scheme."

"Abduction?" I ask. "By whom."

"Creatures that are not of our world," Dr. Pablos adds, waving a hand. Omar narrows his eyes.

"What are you saying, doctor?" Omar asks, leaning closer.

"The Migraçãos, a number of their leaders feel that they were abducted. They have waking-dream memories of being taken into the skies by a species not of our own."

"Aliens?" I ask in disbeleif.

"Yes," the doctor replies. I tilt my head. This sounds like crazy talk...

The doctor continues: "They awaken, scars on their lower backs. Hard metal objects are forged under their skin with no apparent point of entry."

"What are the scars, a symbol?" Omar asks.

"I do not know," Dr. Pablos replies. "We have not been close enough to make that out." I silently wonder if the symbol is the Eye of Ra. I look at my palm, the impression in my skin.

"How are the abducted regarded by the rest of their community?" Omar asks.

"Like Gods," Dr. Pablos replies. "They beleive that chosen ones are abducted, blessed as they call it. The scars and metal, those are signs of holiness. The aliens, sent by the Gods to be the chosers of those who protect the temple."

"Don't they ALL protect the temple?" Omar asks.

"Yes, but only those who have been blessed are allowed to enter to the temple's center, to the tomb of the king."

"Do you beleive that there are aliens, Dr. Pablos?" I inquire. Dr. Pablos gives me a strange look.

"You mean do I beleive in aliens from outter space, Miss Baket?" he scuffs. "Of course not. The Migraçãos, they are crazy people, sanctifying rituals that are not humanly possible. And there is more. Those of their tribe whom are seen to betray the culture, they are beleived to be shunned, so to speak, from the Gods. They beleive that they can never be chosen, and so they are murdered, so not to tarnish the tribe as a whole."

"Miss Morningstar," Omar whispers.

"That is my beleif, Dr. Djari, yes," Dr. Pablos continues. "She was seen by Ricardo speaking with you. He was upset, felt that she betrayed him. While there is still a chance that the autopsy could prove differently, I beleive in my heart that she was murdered by the Migração tribe leaders, laid in a tomb as sacrifice to the Gods that she betrayed."

"This all sounds... so... strange," I say.

"Yes, Miss Baket," Dr. Pablos replies. "I understand your position. You want to protect the artifacts. But I assure you that it would be of no help to side with Ricardo and the Migraçãos. They are crazy people, led by crazy beleiefs. They will kill you if you cross thier beleifs." Dr. Pablos stands. "I have had my say. I will leave the rest in your hands. My crew is ready to re-enter the temple. We have weapons. We are confident in our numbers now that if we re-enter to claim the artifacts that belong to us all, not only the Migraçãos, that we will be succeful."

Omar frowns.

"We will enter tomorrow night," Dr. Pablos adds. "It is your decision, Mr. Djari." With that said, the doctor leaves us in the tent.