The Uncharted Tomb

Chapter Four - Reasonable Doubt

Everything was dark. He could see his own body but all around him... darkness. It didn't make sense, wherever he was, but then he saw Elena. She was lying down yet hovering in the air as though suspended over nothing.

"Elena?" Drake whispered.

Her eyes opened after hearing her name called. Looking in his direction, she cried out, "Nate, help me!"

Drake attempted running towards her but soon realized he wasn't going to get anywhere near her. All of a sudden a light came from above and surrounded her as she began to levitate upward. Nathan felt helpless as he struggled with all his might to reach out toward her, to no avail.

"Elena... NO!" He cried. She was out of his reach and she yelled out Nate's name up until the point where she became a speck at the end of the light above.

"ELENA!"

Nathan rose from the couch he was lying in. Sweating profusely, he looked about and noticed that no one was around. The scenery was a bit more familiar now. It was daytime in Sully's café and, as usual, it was empty. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with both hands and placed his feet on the floor.

"What the hell happened to me?" He thought to himself aloud.

"You were poisoned."

Drake looked behind him to see Sully walking toward him with a cup in his hand. "Glad to see you're finally awake, kid."

Sitting the cup on the table near Nate, Sully sat down next to him and showed him a small dart.

"Found this little guy hanging from the back of your head when they brought you in."

"They?" Drake asked while feeling for a painful spot on his head.

"You were on Charlie's back when he and Chloe came in. Jeez Nate, you really had us all worried there." Sully sighed.

"I can't remember any of this." Nate said rubbing his head.

"Yeah well whatever they gave you," Sully began," it was probably some sort of neurotoxin. Chloe and Charlie said you went nuts after they tried to calm you down. And also due to the fact that you hadn't gotten any sleep in almost a month kid. Whatever that stuff they drugged you with worsened the effects. You're lucky to be alive right now, not to mention you owe some people some apologies."

"Yeah I guess I must've given you guys a hard time," Nate responded.

"Not just us either," Sully mentioned, "our new friends too."

"Friends?" Nate shrugged.

"Your email contact showed up here while you were in wonderland. Not to mention they just so happened to have a remedy for those toxins that were parading in your body. So you can thank them for that."

"What?" Drake was taken aback. "My email contact is actually here in London? What else did I miss?"

"You were out for a week, Nate," Sully said, "you missed quite a bit I'll tell ya."

"Wait a whole week?!" Nate stood up shocked.

Sully quickly stood up with him. "Not so fast, kid. All of this 'getting worked up' crap is gunna put you in a grave faster than my cigars. Yes you were out for a week and some very interesting things happened. But the last thing we need you to do is autopilot on us again."

"But Sully, that's a ton of time gone. You know we don't have much time to work with."

"I know Nate," Sully replied placing his hand on Nate's shoulder, "But if you really wanna do her any good, we're going to need you in tip-top shape. Not running on fumes and almost killing yourself. Ya hear me?"