The desert terrain of the egyptian underworld resembles that of a post apocalyptic world. A dry wind carefully sending swirls of dirt across mangled bodies of the deceased and covering the fallen statues of Anubis. There is an eerie silence that has befallen it, as if no one dare to take a breath. 
Alec is still comatose and the widget guarding him has since been replaced by a large armored jackal. His familiar is curled up on a pillow. The only reason why panic has not befallen them is that Alec is still breathing. Otherwise the silence would be filled with other sounds. 
Slowly, a man with a chocolate brown Jackal head walks away from the sight of the unconscious Alec. He feels the need to do something to help, to get the one he serves back on his feet. Green eyes narrow as he walks, clad in egyptian styled armor still. Being older, he has some knowledge of the merged and thinks of someone to help. Possibly the one known as Rhona. Alec had mentioned the goddess before the war...that one should do nicely. The man walks back into the place and looks for a parchment, one of finding. The egyptian magic was quite different then fae or human and required different items. Once assembled, he begins. 
After an hour he nods, knowing the location of the goddess. He goes through more ancient scrolls looking for a teleportation to a found individual. He hopes the goddess knows how to get here...maybe take a portal spell with him. He tucks the spell into a protective case and hangs it over his shoulder like a messenger bag. Feeling ready he begins the spell to transport him to Rhona. 
Hopefully she isn't doing anything important. If she is...the spell takes awhile to do so maybe she will be done by then.