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Indy looked up from his book and glanced over to the nearest window as he heard the sound of a series of sirens passing by at what seemed like great speed. It didn't strike him as odd however. They were in the centre of Atlanta and the emergency services buildings were only a few blocks from the apartment. He returned to his book and continued reading about Turkdean barrow near Hazleton. He planned on re-reading the book over the next couple of days to refresh his mental notes. It wouldn't look very responsible of him to his students for him to have forgotten what he was supposed to be teaching them after all. At that moment he was reading about the local folklore he had talked about less than an hour ago, with the local populace at Turkdean claiming that there was a golden coffin or chest buried in one of the cysts. Had Turkdean barrow been constructed by the Saxons, who took great pride in being buried with the most expensive and extravagant items that they may be used in the afterlife – particularly treasures like gold and jewels –, this theory might have been more plausible. A neolithic barrow was less likely to contain such opulent finds, however it was not entirely implausible. Had it been a palaeolithic barrow such a claim to have a solid gold coffin buried there would have been impossible.

He heard Freyr talking from the bedroom and caught the words 'lodgers', 'parents' and 'eight hundred dollars'. In truth he wouldn't be comfortable sharing his home with strangers no matter how much they paid. Considering the amount of money the apartment cost should anything be damaged it would cost more to repair it than their rent would cover. He wasn't concerned about his possessions being tampered with or pilfered however as his most sentimentally valuable possessions were kept in his office at the university; as Freyr apparently wasn't keen on having eight thousand year old pieces of Egyptian pottery or neolithic stone tools decorating the apartment. His finds were sentimentally invaluable to him however and he would have happily filled his home with them. As ever he was tolerant and went with what Freyr wanted. “We probably could,” he replied.

He looked up from his book and smiled as Freyr sat next to him on the settee. She'd changed into more casual clothes and her hair was still slightly wet.
“Hey,” he said they sat closer together. He gave her a soft peck on the cheek and absently stroked her hand.

“I don't mind. I'm happy to do whatever you want.”

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