Anna lay upright against Indiana's shoulder, head panning actively back and forth around the pier as Indiana and Rich walked towards the city beyond. It felt good to finally be back in the States, even though he wasn't quite home yet. The Stars and Stripes flying over the harbor was a welcoming site after the danger he faced in Panama.

They'd worked until around mid-afternoon for their watch, helping to unload cargo to the port. When they'd been left off, they'd been given enough money to pool together to a good meal for two and a decent hotel room... one with a bathtub, Indiana hoped.

Patting Anna on the back, Indiana turned towards Rich, "I'd usually ask if you knew a good bar. But..."

"Right," Rich grunted, "I heard the news in Brazil. They banned alcohol?"

"Yep. Made a new amendment to the Constitution and everything," Indiana huffed, adjusting his hat. Just that year, the US government had declared an outright ban on the consumption of all types of alcohol, "It's insanity. Can't imagine most of the population taking the punch."

Rich lead the way, walking towards one of the streets, filled with pedestrians and the occasional automobile, "Fortunately we can just get liquor from South America. Come, I know a good restaurant. I'm starving."

"Same," Indiana followed along.

Anna brought tons of stares as they walked through the city. The slightly dirty golden pelt and pigmented mane of the small pseudo-equine certainly stood out. A street dog barked at them on the way past, and Indiana kept wary as they passed it by. Several waiting at a trolleybus stop whispered to each other as they walked past. Indiana simply pretended as if nothing was wrong and kept walking.

It seemed to work. The less he seemed nervous himself, the less the passers by seemed to regard him as odd.

A few blocks from the pier, Rich lead Indiana across a street to a restaurant facade. The "Whistling Pig" it was named, according to the sign that hung over the windowed front of the restaurant. The two took a moment to dust themselves off best they could, trying to make their peasant clothes the best they could before entering a formal restaurant.

Rich wore his usual tank top, but this time had a denim jacket to go over it and cover up his arms. It was complimented by a pair of baggy trousers, held up by a leather belt. Indiana wore his usual beige shirt, trousers, leather jacket, and fedora. It was literally the only thing he brought on the journey with him, and it was looking much worse for wear, even after the nunnery's patch job on it.

Fortunately, the restaurant wasn't too high class, and a waiter lead them to a table to be seated. It was a cosy establishment, about twenty tables large. The front windows were clean, and looked out onto the road where the residents of the city hustled and bustled about. A glass chandelier hung in the main room of the eatery, casting electrical light through the room. Soft music played from a player set on the counter.

Indiana sighed as he sat down, relaxing on the padding of the chair as he kicked his shoes off, "Surprised they let us in. We're dusty enough to be coal miners."

Rich chuckled as he picked up a nearby napkin, dusting off his hands with it, "They know we're sailors. They know sailors have pay to squander as soon as they're ashore."

The waiter returned soon after, giving them the menus. To his credit, he didn't cringe too much at the stifling odor drifting off the two men, nor did he stare for too long at Indiana's animalistic charge.

Anna craned her neck as she sat on his lap, signalling to Indiana that she was hungry. Digging around in his bag, he took out a still-warm baby bottle that he had prepared before leaving the ship. He was almost out of formula. He hoped he'd have enough change to buy a few more cans to tide them over till they reached New York. Taking his mind off his financial troubles, he flipped open the menu.

"Get something expensive. If I ain't getting alcohol here, may as well," Rich muttered as he scanned his own menu, "That rump steak looks pretty nice."

"Same. Something solid after porridge for ten days straight. Maybe a cola as well. Some fries?" Indiana proposed as Anna latched onto the baby bottle.

"We can split the fries," Rich suggested, "Cola's a good second to whiskey, I suppose. Get the salt off my lips."

Indiana grunted as he adjusted Anna on his lap. After a while, the waiter came back and took their orders. Almost automatically, Rich took out the appropriate denomination of cash from his wallet and placed it under the salt shaker on the table. Without further assurance, the waiter took their order off towards the kitchen.

"Welcoming," Indiana grunted.

Rich sighed as he leaned back in his seat once again, "It's what people like us get in these kinds of places."

Indiana nodded, patting Anna on the back, "Every day, I count myself lucky that I didn't lose a limb in the Somme. I've seen what happened to other veterans."

Rich crossed his arms, tapping his thumb against his left bicep, "What motivated a war vet college kid like you to come all the way out to Panama to go hunting for animals?"

"Wasn't looking for an animal," Indiana admitted, "I was looking for some golden clock in an ancient ruin. Got word of it from a guy who's teaching me Archaeology - Abner Ravenwood. Didn't want me to come. Really probably shouldn't have, but it would've been worth a damned lot. Solid gold, around the size of..." Indiana vaguely made motions with his free hand resembling the dimensions of a desktop pendulum clock, "Worth enough to get me my own house. Sleep in my own bed, not need to worry about the landlady bitching at me.

Rich nodded, "Sounds like the dream. What happens when you run out of money?"

Indiana shrugged, retracting the half-emptied bottle from Anna's lips as she stopped sucking, "It'll happen pretty quickly, if I'm honest. College isn't cheap. By then, I'll just chase another treasure. I'm good at it. Did you know I actually survived a squad of gangsters, guns and all? Flew a plane out of the jungle."

Rich chuckled, waggling his finger at Anna, "But no clock. Just Anna. Why?"

"Gangsters got the clock. I threw it at them and ran away while they were distracted," Indiana sighed, "I was hoping Anna would be worth just as much. Still might be. Depends how much the scientists are willing to pay to study her, and if she's an animal or not."

A familiar, disappointed frown spread across Rich's face, and Indiana groaned in response. The man spoke anyway, "Stop trying to deny it, man. You know she ain't. Look at her right now."

Indiana looked down. Anna had snuggled against her torso, and was looking between the two men as they spoke with wide, curious eyes.

"Ain't no puppy dog or cat that looks around and makes eye contact like that," Rich waggled a finger at Anna.

Indiana breathed an exasperated sigh as he hoisted his charge up against his shoulder to help her burp, "Well how would you explain it? There's been a civilization of secretive diminutive, golden horses living in Panama and nobody's found out? I found her without any parents, in a ruin made by some ancient human tribe," as the words left his mouth, Indiana's mind wandered back to the glowing stones and overly smooth rock. That did seed some doubt in his mind as to the origins of the ruins, but he continued on anyway, "We'd have heard of them before. It might have the needs of a human child, but I doubt that's really the case."

The waiter's dress shoes clicking on the floorboards broke up Indiana's rant for a moment as their order was delivered. After wishing them a good meal, the waiter stalked back off to his other duties. Indiana grabbed a fry from his plate before moving it into the center of the table for both of them to reach it, "Besides. I'm only twenty years old, Rich. I'll be twenty-one in July. I got debts. I got college. Even if it's some kind of space-horse from Mars looking for a human daddy to tend to all of its needs, I'm not it. I'd make a terrible father."

"I made a terrible father. Couldn't do worse than me, buddy," Rich shot back, slicing up his steak into neat portions before eating.

Indiana made a single cut rather than dicing the entire steak, and stuffed an oversize piece into his mouth. After chewing and swallowing, he responded, "You know what I mean. I'll talk to the scientists, but like-" Indiana grunted as Rich stared at him, "This is just stupid. Even a zookeeper will probably do a better job than me."

Anna burped.

Rich forked his steak and ate, swallowing the smallest slice after savoring properly, "Whatever. It's your life, man. Just consider the losses you'd be making before you make any decisions. Let's just eat."

Indiana conceded, slicing up his steak into larger chunks and eating them as he went. Rich ate much, much slower, taking a few fries between each bite of his steak and washing it all down with cola from the glass bottles given to them. The wear and tear of several long days on the sea slowly drained from their bones as they ate heartily, and Indiana's dread of needing to get back aboard the ship for another five days creeped up on him as Anna fell asleep in his lap.

He scooped up his side of mashed potatoes, shovelling it into his mouth. Rich was only half done with his steak as he leaned back in his seat once again, savoring the last vestiges of his meal. As he swallowed, he subconsciously moved a hand to stroke Anna's back, "What's the plan now?"

"Got some shopping to do, right?" Rich asked as he impaled another piece of meat with his fork.

"Yeah. Went through five cans in ten days. I think the train ride from New York to Chicago will take a good two days. So, should pick up around four cans of formula just to be safe," Indiana calculated quickly, his tongue probing his teeth for pieces of gristle stuck between them, "How about you?"

"Got money from the second watch. I do their shopping for them for a small fee," he tapped the side of his head and waggled his eyebrows, "Helps not to have a babe in every port. While they're busy wasting their time and fooling around with the ladies, I'm making a bonus on the side and keeping busy."

Indiana laughed, rubbing his chin, "Smart. What do they usually get you to buy?"

"Tobacco, cigarettes, newspapers, usually alcohol but not this time, sweets, occasionally a new set of shoes or something; odds and ends," Rich took the last bite of his steak before craning his neck slightly to look at Anna. As he swallowed, he pointed with his fork to her sides, "You got any idea why she got wings? She meant to be able to fly?"

Indiana had indeed noticed the tiny, weak wings at the sides of the infant. He brushed them delicately with a finger, trying not to disturb her sleep, "Dunno. I think they're vestigial. Even baby birds have a higher wing surface-to-body ratio. Unless they grow out a lot, they're probably some artefact of evolution," it did also remind Indiana of the myth of Pegasus, but he didn't feel like mentioning it before Rich spoke up.

"You believe in that kinda stuff?" Rich grunted.

Indiana sighed, "Kinda. Not really made up my mind about evolutionary theory. It's what they're starting to teach at the universities though. Familiarity with it makes you look smart in front of the professors at the very least."

"You really don't seem like that much of a scholar," Rich laughed as he scooped up some of his own mash, "You're wiry, but you're fit. You been through the war. You just took a two month vacation to visit to chug all the way down to Panama and nearly die of jungle fever. How you finding time to pour through books?"

"Books are great and all, don't get me wrong," Indiana held up a palm, before reaching for his bottle of cola and taking a swig, "But, I prefer to get things done myself. I like going out and seeing the ancient ruins and touching the artefacts, not just sit around in a laboratory for months on end. I prefer to write my own paychecks while doing so as well."

"You study... archaeology? Anthropology?" Rich questioned, washing down a bite of mash with cola.

"Yeah I technically study anthropology, but the entire degree is for Archaeology specifically. I actually study musical theory for my minor," Indiana turned his gaze away as he scratched his cheek nervously, "Uh. I like the saxophone. I play jazz. Not really that well, but y'know. It's earned me the odd quarter here and there."

"I met my wife over jazz," Rich smiled, expression drifting off a ways. Eventually, he reached up and scratched his nose, "Sounds like a busy life. You got any family?"

"Mom died eight years ago. Dad hasn't talked to me in five. After my letters during the War went unanswered, I decided I don't want to talk to him either," Indiana sighed, seeking to change the conversation as fast as possible, "You plan on scrubbing that canteen for the rest of your life, Rich?"

"It's honest work," Rich shrugged, "And I'm a bit too old to start thinking about changing my career. Maybe one day, I can find a way to buy my own ship. Before prison I worked with a salvage company - they did work to refloat recent shipwrecks for scrap. Maybe I could do that again, or maybe just keep hauling cargo around the Americas."

"A seaman through and through," Indiana finished the last of his cola and signalled towards the waiter. As the waiter walked over, Indiana continued, "After I get off in New York, any way I can get in contact with you? Can't exactly mail letters to a ship."

The waiter was asked for the bill, and as he walked off again Rich answered, "When I'm not on the sea, I usually post up with my auntie in Kendal," he took a napkin from the holder nearby and a pen from his jacket pocket. Scratching onto it, he passed the napkin over to Indiana, "Send mail there. Or come visit during hurricane season. Most shipping routes here freeze when cyclones come through."

Indiana gave a thankful nod as the waiter came back with the bill. Rich, keeping to his word, paid the bill with a standard tip, and they both got up from the table and walked to the exit, Indiana taking a bit to hoist Anna back into his arms as he did so. Once they reached the street, Indiana followed Rich into the district with many of the city's stores.

They had to split up to do their own shopping, agreeing to meet back at the hotel they planned to stay for the night in by sunset. Indiana once again got plenty of stares from those around him as he entered and browsed through the various stores in the central city. Once again, he ignored them, buying four cans of formula. The price was lower than what he had believed, and with a bit of haggling, he managed to crunch the price down enough to spare the change for a spare straight razor. His beard was beginning to get scraggly after he ditched his shaving kit in Panama.

For the rest of the hour he had to kill, Indiana toured the beaches. He managed to get a woman running a coffee stand's sympathy to get some warm water for a new bottle of formula when Anna started crying again. As the sun set, he walked down the boulevard towards the street the hotel was on. The ocean sparkled in the distance, the wind blew in from the sea, and the orange glow of the sun washed over the entire city.

Anna babbled something in Indiana's arms as she looked out towards the sunset with gleaming eyes. Indiana looked down, sighing as he said, "You'll like Chicago. There's this nice guy there named Marcus Brody. He'll know what do with you... or he'll know who to ask."

Anna stared up at Indiana as he spoke. Swallowing, Indiana broke eye contact as he made his way across the road back into the city. As he did so, Anna pressed her head into his chest, and he felt her head and fur through his shirt. He could subtly feel her heartbeat against his chest, and his grip shifted ever so slightly with every breath she took.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he grimaced. Reaching up with a free hand, he patted her in the back as he made his way down the street.

Rich and Indiana opened the door to their new hotel room. It was no grand hotel, but there were two beds, a bathroom with a bathtub, a dresser, and a writing desk. The air was clean, only slightly musty, and the place was clear of rodents. The hotel staff had placed a crib in the room for them to use until they checked out the next morning.

Rich turned in for his turn in the bathtub while Indiana changed and tried to put Anna to sleep again. Once she was asleep in her crib, Indiana took second shift in the bath. The wash was nothing special, the water was lukewarm and the soap was sparse. Without anything fresh to change into afterwards, it wasn't going to help the smell that much, but it did at least get the coal dust off and relax the muscles.

As he got out of the bathroom, he noticed his friend already asleep under the sheets of the far bed. Smart, he was taking his shuteye while he could before Anna's colic would wake him and Indiana back up.

One more time, he checked the tiny form in the crib. Anna snoozed softly, drooling onto the soft padding of the crib. He lay down in his bed, drawing the sheet over him. The room was plenty warm enough with tropical weather and all. He placed his hat on his bedside table, turned out the lamp and rolled over onto his side to get some sleep.

Just as he shut his eyes, the sound of shell falling nearby jolted him awake.

Body tensed, his heart raced as the bed squeaked beneath him as he bolted upright. The dirt walls of the dugout weren't around him. The wallpaper was still there, the window outside still looked out towards the dark ocean, and the bed under him was still a plush hotel furnishing. Placing a hand over his heart to calm its beating, he looked around for the source of the noise.

Another bang caused him to jolt again, but this time he followed the sound to the ceiling above him. The more he listened, the more he heard the sounds of raucous laughter and the squeak of a bedframe. Another thud happened, but now that he'd rationalized it, he simply sighed and lowered himself back underneath the covers.

He couldn't sleep until they were done. And even then, his brain was still rife with thoughts of the war. His nightmares were intense.

"Didn't sleep well?" Rich asked as they walked back to the docks. A heavy rucksack was slung over his back, filled with his shopping. Indiana's bag clacked with cans of formula once again.

Indiana rubbed his eyes, "Yeah. The damn baby," It was only a partial lie. He'd already been awake when Anna woke up and started crying.

"Don't feel too bad about yourself," Rich comforted as they mounted the gangplank leading back to the side of the Safe Travels, "You're giving a child exactly what they need. Can't do it for herself, can she? You could be angry, thrashing her around and muffling her. But you aren't. That's a caring father."

Indiana glared at him. He couldn't really tell if Rich was trying to tease him at this point by trying to convince him he was being a parent, but he didn't appreciate it in the moment either way, "Still can't wait to see New York. At least on the train ride, I won't have to work my ass off just to stay onboard."

Rich laughed as they came over the side of the ship, "Look on the bright side, Indy. At least now you can say you have experience running steam engines. You're advancing your career skills!"

The rest of the trip was more of the same. However, Indiana started to fit into the routine more often. Anna's colic, which Jean was sure it was at this point, was common at night. With that, he knew how to prioritize his sleep schedule a bit better, and didn't need to zombie through so many of his tasks.

On the fifth day of their voyage, Indiana emerged from the boiler room in time for Rich to meet him on the forecastle, where he pointed out towards New York Harbor. The bustling harbor, Manhattan Island, distant smog, and the towering skyline all stretched out to meet the vessel as it moved in between vessels great and small.

"New York at last," Indiana sighed as he leaned on the front rail. He looked towards the Statue of Liberty, towering over the harbor, "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

"Big promises, eh?" Rich took a drag from a cigarette, "You think America lives up?"

Indiana shook his head, "Depends how rich you are. Always does."

Rich sighed as he threw the spent cigarette into the ocean, "Not even rich black men can get as far as the whites in this country, Indiana."

Indiana conceded with a tilt of his head. Adjusting his fedora he leaned against the rail, "Too true. But, not much we can do about our parents, something we can do about the money though."

"Mhm," Rich conceded back as he took his second smoke out, and went to light it, "Suppose you head out on the first train?"

"Really gotta get back to college before the school year begins," Indiana sighed, "...Which is the beginning of next week, three days from now. Hopefully there aren't any delays with the trains. I don't know if there's a direct service, might be sleeping rough between the two train lines."

The two men stood in silence for a while. Many of their other watchmates emerged from their work stations to watch the harbor draw closer. Indiana had been told the ship would be making its final stop here before turning around to run back down the coast back down to Brazil, through the Panama Canal, then up the West Coast. That meant it was more than just him excited to be getting to New York.

Rich inhaled smoke from his cigarette, before turning his eyes on Indiana one last time, "Indiana. If I ever see you again, I'd better see Anna grown up all strong and with a good education, or a damn good excuse why you're alone, or else I'm throttling you and breaking at least two of your limbs. Got it?"

Indiana looked up at Rich. The scariness of the hulking man's musculature and his height advantage had faded since they became friends, but he was still fearful of just how much damage a guy like him could do. With a sigh, he brought his palm to his face, spat in it, and stuck it out towards Rich, "Promise on my mom's grave, I'll have her best interests in mind."

Rich spat in his own palm, taking the handshake, "Been good sailing with you, Indiana Jones."

The Pullman Company train began to slow down as it reached the final approach of its journey. The Great Lakes spread out before the great American metropolis. Buildings surrounded the rail lines as it slowed to safe speeds, approaching the central station around the mid-afternoon.

Indiana Jones sighed, pulling Anna closer as he did one final check throughout his baggage. He'd left for Panama with a bag of food, bottled water, a shaving kit, matches, maps, a pocket knife... now all he was left with was a single can of baby formula, a box of matches, an ancient cloth with directions to a now-ransacked ruin, and a living dead weight. Fortunately, his apartment was paid up until next week - the last thing he'd wanted was to be evicted and the landlady to pawn all of his belongings off. But, returning empty handed with basically nothing to his name after dreaming about an ancient gilded treasure for a good two months now (not to mention having it in his hands at one point), made him mournful.

He had experience with bars and restaurants. Surely he could grab work mopping floors and waiting tables somewhere.

The train rounded a bend. Out of the window, Indiana spotted the street he knew lead to the Lincoln Park Zoo. It would even be on the way to his home, and it'd be open if he hurried. It'd probably take a few days to get a good deal going, and if he started now he could get a fat wad of cash before his rent was up. Then, it was to the university office to put down his tuition upfront, to a real estate brokerage to look at houses, then to a car dealer-

Anna shifted in his arms. Her mouth sucked on an invisible object. Despite the cold air through the coach, she warmed him.

Remembering his promise to Rich, Indiana sighed. All that work, and it was probably going to go to waste. Knowing his luck, the scientists were just going to find out that Anna was just a mutant capybara or something and not a fascinating new species and his sale price was going to go down the hole. If he waited for them to study her, Indiana would be taking a trip to the bank to ask for a tuition loan, then knocking on the doors of restaurants asking for work, then working hard hours to probably not even make rent on time, then begging his landlady to give him a second chance...

Indiana rubbed his eyes. The sounds of the train's brakes engaging and the structure of the train station surrounded the train caused him to shift over to the side of his booth. Slinging his bag's threadbare strap over his shoulder, Indiana stood along with most of the other passengers in the cab. Stepping out of the train, he bagged his train tickets as he walked to the exit, sour frown on his face. He'd love to spare the change for the tram back home, but he'd spent his last dollar on meals aboard the train. They weren't even good meals, they were just chicken sandwiches with a side of water.

Without the tram, it was two whole hours back to his apartment, as long as he avoided the gang-controlled areas of town. While he'd usually be up for that, he wasn't up for it while carrying around squirming, crying live weight... and he'd had quite enough of being chased around by gangsters for the year.

His shoes, already ragged from his time in Panama, were beginning to straight up fall apart as he walked through the city streets. He could see his socks through various holes where the hide had come loose. The patchwork done on his jacket and pants was alright, but he knew better than to think patches lasted forever: he'd probably have to buy a new set of clothes as well. At least his hat was alright. He'd be emotionally stunted if anything ever happened to his treasured fedora.

About halfway through his journey, they passed the Zoo. The lasts few guests were strolling out its front gates as the sun set in the distance. The temptation to skip straight through those gates and ask for someone in charge to look at his rare specimen was so great, and Indiana's will to keep his promise to the guy he was likely never going to see again if he didn't want to was so weak. Indiana took one step towards the zoo's gates.

The last few guests brushed by Indiana as a security guard emerged from the central building of the zoo. He spun a keychain around his finger as he approached.

Indiana wasn't fit to be a father. Even for the short period they'd be together while he waited for Marcus Brody to get a stuffy old zoologist to look at her, he'd need to take care of her. The formula was expensive. The laundry was going to be expensive. He'd need to buy a crib, a walker, maybe a bunch of other baby supplies too. He took another step forward.

The guard reached the gates and noticed Indiana standing just outside. He looked at the animal sleeping in his arms and frowned, "...Can I help you, sir?"

Indiana hung his head. He could still ask the guard to let him in, and explain his situation. He'd probably be able to convince him, and the zoo's staff would surely still be in to take a look. He raised a hand, thinking of what to say to the guard, but the words died in his throat. Moving his hand back to Anna's side, he held her out in front of himself.

Doing so made her stir awake, and she peered at him sleepily as she wiggled her hooves. Her vestigial wings fluttered at her side, and her mouth curled open into a yawn. Against his thumb, Indiana could feel the faintest heartbeat. Against the palm of his hand, he could feel her chest rise and fall. In her eyes, he could see himself reflected in the moisture gathered in them.

"That some kind capybara?" the guard grunted, his hand still on the gate as he stared at Indiana with a raised eyebrow. Eyes travelling down to his ragged shoes, he asked, "Lemme guess. You painted a small pony or something and you wanna sell it to us? Get out of here, old soaker."

The gate slid shut and the chains rattled as the guard locked up for the night. Turning away, he grumbled something about "The younguns these days are the reason why they're banning liquor."

Indiana frowned. He lacked the energy to call out to him, and he was too mixed up to even be angry at himself for his indecisiveness. He retracted his arms, placing Anna to his shoulder as he turned and walked away from the zoo. In return, she babbled something into his ear, wiggling her forehooves.

Patting her on the back, he sighed, "Guess I'm keeping my promise, Rich."

Indiana had lost his original set of keys in Panama. Fortunately, he knew to keep a spare lying around in a hidden place. In the poorly-watered, dying plant next to his doorway - apartment 8 - he dug around in the soil and retrieved a single key. Dusting it off, he inserted it into the keyhole, turning it with a satisfying click. The door opened to his apartment, and he switched on the lights as he sighed.

"Welcome home, kid," Indiana sighed as he pushed the door shut behind him with his foot.

Anna stared around the room silently. A kitchenette was crammed into a corner. A bookshelf dominated a third of the wall space. A pantry took up the rest of the wall. A single bed was pressed against a corner, surrounded by boxes filled with random stuff that were yet to be unpacked even a year later after he moved in. A door lead into a tiny bathroom, where a shower, toilet, and sink were in a practically six by six foot space.

Anna turned back towards Indiana's face, looking at him blankly. Indiana sighed, "Yeah. Not much of a family house, is it? Try not to make too many animal noises, there isn't meant to be pets in here."

Anna responded by squirming slightly and letting out an, "Agoo."

"Yeah. Just like that. The landlady wondering how the hell I got a baby is better than her wondering how I got an alien space-horse from Mars," he chuckled to himself, walking over to his bed and laying Anna on it. Unpacking his final can of formula, he opened it and set his kettle to boil. He opened the window, letting the cool air in.

Sighing, he sat down on the bed next to Anna, "Tomorrow, gotta go to the university and ask Marcus about you. Maybe he can take care of you for the day while I go to the bank to try and get the money for the school year."

Anna stared up at him, before looking away around the room and then back up at him, "Bah!" she babbled.

Dread gripped Indiana's heart as he propped up his head with his hand, "...Lot of vocal range for an animal, huh?"

"Bah, bah!" Anna replied.

1920 was going to be a long year.

Author's Note

Note: I am aware that in canon, Marcus Brody should not be in a working relationship with Indy yet. I have decided to simply ignore this in favor of better storytelling.