Riley rolled over in his bed and opened his eyes to the familiar sight of his tiny apartment covered in random electronics, dirty clothes and half-eaten chinese food containers from that cute little asian restaurant down the block.

Since the discovery of both the templar treasure and the cibola treasure, there wasnt much that was filling his schedule.

Ben and Abigail were going steady, and since the book selling had obviously been a tragic state of affairs then Riley was basically filling up his days surfing the net on his laptop,and lazing around like it was summer vacation. He got bored of it after a week, and constantly called Ben to ask about page 47, which Ben usually ended up hanging up on him exasperatedly.

"Ben!" Riley whined. "Why cant you just tell me whats on page 47? i'm your best friend." Ben refused to give him any details, no matter how much Riley begged him. "Fine, be that way!" he yelled into his cellphone at Ben, after another hangup and no news whatsoever.

Ben called back an hour later, inviting Riley to the mansion. As much as Riley wanted to hold a grudge against his fellow treasure hunter, he also wanted some of that wonderful homecooked food that Ben could cook with such ease.

Needless to say, it was Riley's pathetic attempts at cooking that urged Riley to quickly forgive Ben for his rudeness and take up the he showed up at Ben's house, he could smell the succulent smell of homemade lasagna, and his favourite dish, fried rice.

Opening the front door, Riley walked in to the front hallway, and hung up his jacket on the hook besde the door. The lights were on in the hallway and kitchen, but he couldn't hear either of his friends.

"Ben?...Abigail?" he called out, stepping into the kitchen. The house was completely deserted. Riley took his cellphone out of his back pocket, and pressed the speed dial for Ben's cell.

"Come on Ben... Pick up!" Riley spoke impatiently.

He knew something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Ben would never ditch him like this, then refuse to pick up his cell phone. Ben always picked up his cellphone, no matter how annoyed he was, no matter what hour it was.

"Ben! Where are you?" Riley called out desperately, knowing full-well there would no response.

He heard the wooden floorboards creak behind him, and he spun around to greet whoever it might be.

He was incredibly shocked to discover that it was Ian Howe. He was a bit older-looking, and gaunt then the last time Riley had seen him, but it was definetly the same Ian. Riley took a step back and closed his mouth tightly as Ian started to smile.

"Riley," Ian told him.

" It would be in your best interests if you came with me."