Sleep...<br/><br/>Sleep was something which still felt strange to Deus, his anxiety began to spike as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, fearing that in some bizarre twist of fate he had completed his unknown objective, and Belle had returned him to the realm of the dead, never to awaken again... His mind swam on the possibilities of waking another 4000 years in the future as he slowly became an encyclopedia of the worlds history of technology. Nightmares filled his dreams of Imhotep, once again walking the earth after ten thousand years had passed of sporadic learning, and Deus finding that his only purpose was to become a font of knowledge that could be tapped and absorbed, simply out of convenience for a god-like beings greater learning...<br/><br/>Deus awoke, perspiration beading from his alabaster skin as he sat shaft up with a start, panting with foreign lungs and looking around the whitewashed room of his London apartment. The pearl coloured room had some homely touches to it. Egyptian paraphernalia hung from the walls and stood around the room, effigies of Osiris, Bast and Hathor. Idols, masks, symbols, hieroglyphs, art, beads and trinkets strategically placed around his home giving it a distinct classical feeling. Rolling his feet from the confines of the warm duvet blanket he stepped up to the white silk curtains which blew lightly in the breeze overlooking merry ol' London town. Stretching high as his muscles stretched and flexed from side to side, before letting his arms fall, finger-combing his hair as he looked forward to the day. It was at about that moment of the morning he heard the ever haunting meow of bell<span style="font-style: italic">'Oy Deus...'</span>The Mau walked into the room like a dominating presence, no collar or identification of any kind over her, but her cry was almost magical, and she held her head royally, even among other cats... to the human ear it, her call was nothing new, but to Deus, it shook him to his very soul, reverberating through his being like the loudest of chimes, like an isolated quake which rocked his mortal form.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Do you really need to meow like that? I'm right here... "</span><br/><br/>The morning routine for most days, was Belle would use her meow to overpower all of Deus' senses so that she would be fed on time and accordingly with whatever fine fish was in the area. She had a sixth sense for the freshness and expense which had been spent on her meal, having even let down high quality salmon due to it being exposed to humidity for too long. But today... today was different, as Deus brushed off her cry, the second which followed meow was more serious, hitting Deus as if his soul warped and he was knocked to his knees, winded and sweating wildly, the subtle magical force behind it thickened, enough to ring in the crystal chandelier and glasses in the room around them. Bells' eyes stared daggers at her charge, and Deus knew that something was different today. The ferocious feline looked to the television and Deus did exactly as he was commanded, as a glint of fear, confusion and desperation sparked in his single organic eye, his faux heartbeat feeling like it would explode from his chest as he fumbled for the remote, switching from channel to channel until a third, softer, less magical meow confirmed what he would be tuning into.<br/><br/>'Continuing coverage of our top story tonight, a train car arrived today at Amersham station with all its passengers missing. The train had been full when it left a station earlier in the morning and only one of the twelve cars was affected by the mysterious disappearance. Authorities have called it an act of domestic terrorism citing an extremist group who are against the proposed demolishing of abandoned South London streets to expand the Underground Rail.'<br/><br/>Deus looked to the cat, whose look was transfixed on the television, looking for something within the moving pictures of the modern age. Deus remembered for a moment how he had struggled to learn the English language at first. Only speaking in the oldest dialects of ancient Egyptian, he was a moderately published case in some psychiatric medical journals, but, over a decade later, such signs of a bygone phase had been left behind... The moment of nostalgia came and passed, and it seemed that Belle had found something with this disappearance, there was something odd here, and if Belle had taken such a strong interest in it, then something was not normal... this, this was something special, something unique...<br/><br/>something... diabolical.<br/><br/>Deus had a sinking feeling in his gut that everyone who was on the train was no longer alive. There were dark forces in this world, and those dark forces were sometimes things which had much bigger goals. What Deus was, were he most other beings, he could well have become one of these dark forces, however his will to live, let live, and co-exist in this world of humans was stronger than his pursuit for power or dominance over humanity in the same way he had experienced in the time of Ancient Egypt. Deus had his servants, but in this day and age they did not even require food, but paper and metal given value by the rulers of this time. Old habits died hard, but he was never cruel to his slaves like other masters in his time, a broken slave could do you no work, and it would mean breaking and training another to replace him. Showing immediately that sometimes an open palm was more effective than a closed fist.<br/><br/>Deus got changed, taking his briefcase full of materials and moved out with a purpose, giving a message to the people who ran his own particular company that he would be taking a sudden vacation, and to send any issues with development to him, he would get back to them when he was best able to... Wearing his coat, silk shirt, pressed designer dress pants, polished black boots, Egyptian themed gold and beaded jewelry and rose tinted glasses he left his home and strode for the location of the incident. Upon arrival he had his own presence, he stood out of the crowd of inquisitive people and grieving mourners which had heard about their loved ones being on the train. Behind them, among the crowd, Deus stood, calm, calculating, hanging back and obviously analyzing the scene. To the outsider looking in, he was more than just an bystander, he looked too wealthy, too different, too clean. But his emotional state was more congruent with a detective, than a civilian, but on the wrong side of the metaphorical yellow tape.<br/><br/>To the observant person, he would be easily picked out from the crowd.