[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

Of course the strange situation in the room was only growing ever stranger with the sudden entrance of yet another man. Haakon, although growing somewhat comfortable with the growing number of people in the office was ready to ask him if he too was being branded by some ancient goddess, but found his words caught on his tounge. Aperantly, the very man standing in the doorway was supposed to be dead. 

[i]Dead...it was at least less strange than having eonic powers casting magic at them.[/i]

Haakon looked at the various people clearly accustomed with this Peter; Vera was obviously speechless at the very sight of the British gentleman, while Mayor Keystone was overjoyed with his presence. Haakon was at most unimpressed by his entrence, the mystery surrounding his death and clearly actually-not-being-dead part. Still it tickled his curiosity, and since no one was asking the obvious question, he decided to do it himself. 

[Color=DF0101]"Excuse me staight-forwardness, but why it it that you are standing here alive and well when your death was clearly established as fact? Did you dissappeare for some important reason - Money, love, a need for being alone or being hunted? For the reason why you are now standing here is probably connected. Believe me, I'm a journalist, cases like you are not unknown to me."[/color]