Toni didn't notice the smoke at first. Her nostrils twitched at the scent she recognised from somewhere... Sometime recent but she couldn't quite place it. Fragrant incense... "Oh yes, it was that day in the desert when I got shot down. ... The lamp... Oh my god! What the...?!"<br/><br/>She dropped the thing and staggered away, to lean against the door of her closet. "f... Fire?" She squeaked and looked for the extinguisher. It was on it's clip by the door, on the far side of the room. The cloud of - admittedly pleasant smelling - smoke was between her and it. But how had she lit the thing? There was no oil in it, no wick, in fact the last time she remembered opening it she had tipped out a load of sand. So where was the smoke coming from?<br/><br/>And then the woman appeared and the pieces fell into place. "Oh, okay, I get it... Very funny, ha ha... Captain Nelson picks up a lost oil lamp, and someone decides to have a laugh at my expense? Well yuck it up flyboys!" She waved a hand between the lamp and the woman in the skimpy costume, expecting to interrupt the projection, but all she did was disperse the last wisp of incense scented smoke.<br/><br/>The woman spoke. And that totally freaked Toni out because what she heard was some sort of proto-arabic language, definitely not English, and yet she somehow understood every word as if it was a language she'd learned herself as a child and never forgotten.<br/><br/>The strange woman's comment about what she was wearing stung Toni into action. "Heh, speak for yourself, at least I don't dress like a cheap kissagram girl!" She reached for her sweat pants - the only casual pants she could get on over the ankle boot - and the tee she's worn to visit the antiquities people.<br/><br/>But what tipped her over the edge what what the woman did to the lamp. One second it was old, grimy and battered, and the next it was bright, shiny and new. And for Toni, everything when spinny-grey and she collapsed onto her bed in a dead faint.