The queen's moans and the snapping of chains caused Michael to stir, grumbling a bit as he shifted on the cot much as was manageable.  He was having odd dreams, hieroglyphics and Egyptian gods doing strange things in his mind. The sarcophagus falling to the floor, however, snapped him awake. Wells flailed off of the cot with a clatter, scrambling out of the room he was in. He stumbled into the main holding room, doing his best not to trip over himself.<br/><br/><br/>"What's going on? Who? Wha-" His mouth hung slack and his eyes went wide when he saw the sarcophagus opened. He tried to speak, but all his jaw was capable of doing was chewing the air uselessly, small, confused squeaks coming out.<br/><br/><br/>Then, Michael processed what, or rather who, was standing in front of the thing. He leveled a finger at the nude woman, staring dumbly, though at least his voice managed to find itself again. "Who... What're... What happen..." His mind wasn't all there, though, for the shock of sudden wakefulness, stun of an artifact opening itself, and the awe of the gorgeous woman in front of him.