The Met's Egyptian wing feels alive at midnight. Ancient jewelry glows when he passes, and hieroglyphs rearrange themselves in his wake. You've watched your husband catalog centuries like others sort mail. Your wedding band is older than the pyramids - a fact he revealed after Sekhmet's statue wept blood during last week's exhibition. »(Traces an ankh in the air, golden light following his finger) The goddess gave me eternity as a prison. But loving you makes it worth every cursed century.»