Laciona, Greece, 1941

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"DAMMIT!" Indiana mouthed under his breath as he turned a corner, searching for the jacket that he had recognized in the library.

"I-I don't understand!" Gianna stammered, "I saw him! L'ho visto..."

"Great. And I overwrote so much in that." Sparky groaned.

"Hope's not gone, yet, Spark." Indiana turned to Sparky, "We've still got two more books. And a location."

"The cave wasn't written in your journal, so it's okay, Spítha." Gianna approached the two. Marcus huffed as he caught up with them.

"But they're here, don't you see? The Germans have found us at this point." He caught his breath.

"Ah, that's what I'm worried about, too..." Gianna muttered, touching her necklace.

"Now it's important we lay low." Sparky nodded, "So... Food?"

Indiana, not even bothering to "scold" his son, just gave him a flick on the shoulder. His side-eye said it all: "Don't sugarcoat this."

Gianna sighed, opening the journal of her own. She jotted down something, the location, probably, and slapped it onto Indiana's chest. She said, "Ecco un diario da non perdere.", and walked off into a nearby bar, tugging Sparky along as if he was some pet dog that kept running up to other people.

Here is a diary not to be missed.

Indiana looked down at it and put it into the satchel of his own. He sighed, rubbing his throat. Marcus approached him.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm not fond of Ms. Mariani, either."

"It's not about that." Indiana mouthed slowly for Marcus to, er, "assume", "It's only a matter of time before they sneak up on me and take..." He shrugged, "Everything."

He opened the journal and squinted. He had never seen such messy writing- it was a mix of Greek and Italian, he guessed, but hardly legible.

This is a girl on a mission.

"I understand." Was all Marcus could say. After a moment, he began, "But who said everything had to be yours?"

Indiana's eyebrows went up a bit, Touche, he thought to himself. He then checked the book again, as if to catch something that could lead to the answer to this question.

Sadly, he did.

TUTTE LE ESSENZE DEVONO ESSERE CONNESSE, it read, in underlined red pen.

ALL ESSENCES MUST BE CONNECTED

He rolled his eyes and presented the page to Marcus, mouthing, "According to this book, yes."

Marcus tilted his head at the words. He sighed, "Well, there we have it. You're proven right."

"Unfortunately." Indiana remarked, closing the book and looking for anywhere that his son and his friend wandered off to.

"So... Build and Wit, according to the legend..." Marcus nodded, "I assume that means your brain and body."

"Best of both worlds." Indiana mouthed, crossing his arms, "This'll be a nightmare to run away from."

Marcus nodded again, stepping closer to his friend, "And this came from Rome, correct?"

"Of course."

"As in, the legend itself?"

"Why not?"

Silence. Marcus shrugged, "I don't know, I just think it's odd that a supposedly Greek legend comes from a Roman mouth."

"They always liked to play copycat."

"And they didn't do well with it, correct?" Marcus asked, as if he was connecting the dots as he spoke, "Their theater was terrible in comparison to the Greeks."

"Yeah..." Indiana's eyes widened a bit as his arms fell at his sides.

What would the Romans know about the GREEK Underworld?

"Marcus." He snapped his fingers, "I think you're onto something."

* * * *

The following is translated from German to English

"I have the book, Herr Müller!" The German soldier exclaimed as he turned a corner in the alleyway, just missing the sight of who he stole it from, "You were right! Jones is here!"

Müller, who still examining the Flute of Sound along with his men in a small little room open to the alleyway's people, turned around. He smiled.

"Of course I was right, Herr Shcmidt," Müller nodded, taking the book from the man's hands, "Me and Herr Jones aren't too different, as you can see."

"Where do you think the Door is?" He asked excitedly.

"Wherever Hercules retrieved Cerberus, of course. Jones will wait for us right there."

"Which is...?"

"Cape Matapan, of course. The Greek Underworld." He smirked, "With Jones in our land, getting the other two essences will be simple and easy, yes..." He then presented the flute, "I've been practicing the incantations."

"Incantations?"

"yes, the door is beckoned open by a certain, phrase, er-" Müller looked down at his own open notebook, this one more neat in handwriting and more precise. "'Vocem tibi do, magne Hades.'"

"What language is that?"

"Latin."

"Isn't this a Greek legend?"

"But it originated in Rome. They picked up the scraps from the myth and carried forward." Müller then put a finger up, "But watch this."

He then put the flute's blowhole up to his throat, right at the larynx, and held the two sticks connected with opened hands, took a breath, and repeated the incantation. "Vocem tibi do, magne Hades!"

But instead of Müller's voice erupting from the flute, the gray smoke invaded its sound to make it sound like Dr. Indiana Jones.

"It's sorcery!" Schmidt exclaimed as Müller released the flute from his throat.

"It's required, Herr Schmidt. This makes it so the Door vanquishes the voice of Herr Jones, not me." He then pulled out the pan pipe- the Pipe of Wit, "Now, do yourself a favor and follow Jones. If we drain his brain next, he'll be walking right into giving away his strength, yes?"

"That's very true, Müller." Schmidt nodded, taking the pipe and stuffing it into his jacket. He then handed his friend the stolen book, "I won't try to be long."

"That's what I like to hear."

Translation ended.

* * * *

Indiana speedwalked into the bar that he had seen Sparky in the window. He and Marcus sat down at Sparky and Gianna's booth, where the two classmates were bent over Gianna's journal, adding more notes and commenting while also sitting in front of two glasses of wine.

It was weird for Indiana to see Sparky with wine. He hadn't seen him drink before.

He tapped the table in the loud bar to get their attention, "I found something." He mouthed.

Gianna nodded, "It's the Romans, si?"

Indiana's face fell, "How did you-"

"I was looking at this with Spítha-" She turned her book over, pointing at an incantation circled with red pen, "This phrase- it's used for the vocal sacrifice to open the door... Notice the language it's in."

Indiana leaned forward and read it, "Vocem tibi do, magne Hades..." He looked up, his brow furrowed. "Latin."

"Which isn't Greek." Sparky cut in.

"Which makes it a true Roman legend!" Marcus chuckled a bit despite himself, "It makes perfect sense- these are all Roman assumptions with Greek instruments!"

"We've got the Nazis barking up the wrong tree!" Indiana laughed silently, his shoulders rising with each breath, "This is perfect!"

"If they're here, we can get your voice!" Marcus patted Indiana's shoulder, "We'll be alright, after all!"

"We'll get my voice and put it right back where it belongs." Indiana smiled at the two younger ones in front of him, pointing to his throat eagerly, "I'll get a round for all of us." He then stood up and beckoned Marcus to join him- he'd need help with the ordering, after all.

But as he waited for the bartender to attend to his needs, he overheard Gianna and Sparky over the constant chatter.

"Spítha, stanno cercando tuo padre."

Spark, they're after your father.

"Davvero? Non saprei dirlo."

Really? I couldn't tell.

"Proprio Adesso."

Right now.

"ORA?"

Now?

"L'uomo con il cappotto."

The man in the coat.

Indiana then turned to his side, where he could see an approaching man with a familiar gray coat- with a pan pipe in his hand.

"Oh no you don't!" Indiana mouthed, landing a swift punch on the Nazi's jaw.

A fight ensued.