Prologue of Indiana Jones and the Treasures of the Past

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Prologue

Spring , 1955

    Henry "Indiana" Jones, Jr. was retiring. He had had many wonderful adventures and a teaching career that had served its purpose, but they were now done. Indy was in his 'office', cleaning out the mini treasures and sorting and removing things from and off the previously cluttered desk. The furnace behind him hummed a sorry tune, Indy looking identical to the sound. He looked as if he hadn't slept for weeks--bags under his eyes--, a beard full of pointy whiskers, and drooped shoulders. Gray streaked his hair, and he had taken his glasses off out of soreness. After packing all his boxes and calling the museum and the movers, he grinned and left through the rusty-through-age-and-use window.

* * * * *

    Indy drove to his home, fear lightly tapping the door of his mind with memories of 1938. When he opened the door, he made a long blink. All intact… good.

    "Dad?" Indy called.

    "Henry? Is that you?"

    "Yeah, Dad, I'm home."

    Indy hung up his coat. He walked to the study and saw his father reading "The Pilgrim's Progress."

    "Where ya at?" Indy asked.

    "Hm?"

    "What part?"

    "Oh, I just started to read, Pliable has left the Slough of Despond."

    "Ah."

    Indy slouched into the chair next to Henry's. Henry placed a bookmark in and but down the book.

    "So what are you going to do now?"

    "I don't know, probably just stay here with you and think for a while, I guess."

    Then the phone rang.

    "I'll get it." Indy said. "Hello? What? No. No. This can't--yes, when? Wednesday at 5:00? Alright. Thank you."

    "What?"

    "Marcus."

    "Oh, no."

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