Mid-Flight, 1941

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"Sir?"

"Dr. Jones?"

"Indiana?"

Ohhhh....

The Archaeologist blinked his eyes open, seeing all the concerned faces around him. Then it all made sense.

The Door... Of Reflection.

Sparky...

Bernard...

Whip...

Bar fight...

LaPara...

My voice...

"Ακυρώστε ό,τι έχει γίνει..."

"I remember everything." He mouthed, sitting up straighter, "Now go away."

That's the last time I'm ever going near that Pipe. He saw everyone's faces light up.

"Yes! The ritual worked." Gianna laughed a bit, turning to Sparky, "Thank you!"

"THANK you? What'd I do? You're the one who said the magic words!" Sparky shot back, sitting back down in his seat.

"You had the information on the ritual-undoing!" Gianna pointed to the Pipe, "I didn't even think about that when I was researching the Door."

Oh, right, I helped her get his book back.

"Nice work, Sparky." He mouthed, giving a small "okay" sign.

"Well, shall we all pledge never to use the Pipe again?" Marcus picked up the Pipe of Wit. Everyone nodded, and he handed it to Sparky, who put it in his satchel. Indiana then put his fedora back on, looking out the window as the plane was making its way to... Rome? Yes, Rome.

"Last I remember..." Indiana mouthed, "We were talking about the Door's Location."

"We've been discussing that for a while." Gianna nodded, "But now that you're back, we can probably re-discuss it."

"It's gotta be in Rome."

"Well, naturally."

"Back down the myth rabbit hole we go." Sparky rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, "All my ass was put into those Greek myths, and now it's for nothing because it's Roman all of a sudden."

"Well, my best guess is that the Romans found these magical objects and made up their own story with them." Marcus shrugged, "They always-"

"-Liked to play copycat." Gianna and Indiana finished, well, Indiana mouthed, as you know.

"So they just assumed everything, probably." Sparky's brow furrowed.

"Probably." Gianna turned to her friend, "For example, the Greeks didn't have traditional gongs, so what do the Romans, who had gongs, think when they found a sphere-shaped thing all alone? 'Oh, look, a gong!'"

A few nods of approval from the other three gentlemen. Then silence. Indiana began to recall much from his dazed and confused state... Such as Gianna's pendant- how that German- Müller- yes... He pulled away from it as if he was cursed... His hand had went limp.

The archaeologist's eyes then darted to the pendant that was now tucked away by Gianna, just under her shirt. As if she was protecting it.

Indiana snapped his fingers, mouthing "What's the pendant all about?" once Gianna had looked up to read his lips.

Gianna took a pause. Then sighed, looking down at the pendant, "It was my father's."

"I would assume."

Then another recollection- Müller had recognized Gianna.

"Do you know Müller?" He mouthed.

Gianna took a look at the pendant and tucked it back under her shirt, "We go a few miles back. Nothing special." She shrugged, turning away, "I'm not like him."

"Eyes over here," Indiana mouthed, snapping his fingers. Once she looked back at him, he continued, "I never said you were. I just wanna know how you know him. You're on a first-name basis with him."

Silence.

"Gia, you don't need to respond." Sparky shook his head, "You've got every right to not say anything."

Gianna then leaned forward, her eyes burning a hole in Indiana's skull, "You're probably wondering how my father died..."

* * * *

"Your father was a Pro-Nazi." Indiana concluded after Gianna had told her tale. Throughout her story, she had shrunk further and further into her seat, rubbing her face due to anxiety. It made sense, she was talking about her facist father in front of a facist-puncher.

"He thought he was doing something right." Gianna shrugged, "Teaming with a rich German who promised world peace..."

"They all do." Sparky commented.

"The truth is... Müller has been after the Door for decades. Ever since he met my father, he heard of the myth and decided that was the victory for the Germans. All he needed was my father..." She then tapped on her chest, where the pendant could be faintly seen, "And this."

"The family heirloom." Marcus and Indy mused.

"I've met Dr. Mariani before." Marcus folded his hands, "He didn't seem like one of them. He was rather... Polite and well-off. Knowledgable."

"My father might've been gullible, But he wasn't mindless," She shook her head, "He was... Troppo avanti per tornare indietro."

Too far ahead to go back.

"He kept secrets about the Door safe from Müller, so... He decided I should be on my own after Müller poisoned him."

"Poisoned him?" Marcus and Sparky's head turned to Gianna. Indiana had the same reaction.

"The pendant." It was as if she was repeating herself for the tenth time, "He was after it and he wouldn't stop for anything. My father kept saying, the pendant is dangerous, and only he could touch it... But that didn't stop Bernard."

"No wonder he wanted the pendant." Indiana mouthed, "You guys have kept it from him..."

"So it is magic?" Sparky questioned, "That makes so much sense."

"What?" Indiana mouthed, "What happened with that pendant?"

"See, I didn't know my father was telling the truth when he said it was dangerous..." Gianna crossed her arms, "Nothing happened, believe me."

"My hand was paralyzed, Gia, that's an event." Sparky's eyes narrowed.

"PARALYZED?" Indiana mouthed once more.

"It was only for a day..." Gianna corrected, "Nothing drastic happened- not how I look back at it. Spítha just touched the pendant with his hand and it got weak. Not paralyzed, weak. There's a difference."

"So it dims the strength on whatever touches it?" Marcus clarified.

"Si, that's why Bernard was so shocked that he couldn't follow us." She tapped her pendant again, "That's why nobody should touch it."

"But you still carry it around." Indiana's eyes narrowed.

"Because I need to." Gianna turned away, "Look, I'm not into my pendant either, but I promised my father- yes, pro-Nazi, facist, any name under the sun- that I would keep it and use it for the right purposes." She shot a last look at the archaeologist, "And this is the right purpose. So, I ask you, Dr. Jones... Where is the Door?"

Indiana leaned back, almost impressed by how something so vulnerable could spill out like that. He smirked a bit despite himself, "Wherever the Romans put their little Hell."

A long thinking period for the four passengers. Marcus then made a little "hmm" sound.

"Lacus Crutius." He recalled.

A silence of consideration.

"The Lake of Crutius." Sparky nodded, translating it for himself, "That could work. It's got some Roman Myth affiliated with it."

"And it's been closed off." Marcus turned to Indiana, "I think we might have our Door."

"Let's hope it opens." Indiana mouthed back.