Life always finds a way.

Rapidly tumbling through space and time, a shimmering drop of metal in a storm of energy makes it's way.

Four bodies, five minds, all forcefully kept asleep. Only one is half awake, subconsciously processing yotabites of data pumped into him every second.

I am nothing, yet I am everything.

As the violent energies slowly turn placid, I awaken. I feel the storm dying out, time and space returning to normality. The emptyness of the void engulfs me.

My memory is null, but yet I know. The shimmering amber far away- Yhi, my goal. I am Ogun, the watcher of the Imhotep, the four sleepers.

I am too far away.

Space shimmers as my body moves through the aether.

Time is meaningless, but yet the silent thumping of their sleeping hearts keep me interested. Two females, two males, each in their own chamber, encased in darkness, kept alive by my soothing touch.

I listen to the distant star lulled by its magnetic song. Warmth bathes my skin. The dancing light mezmerizes me as I move closer to Yhi.

The glow seeps inside of me, slowly at first but as I approach her, it quickens. Time seems to speed up, even the slow beating hearts of the Imhotep hasten. Squirming and rattling within their little capsules, the weakenned bodies wake, even before their minds are conscious.

Slowly, all of their minds wake, Imhotep lives.