These Mummy Civilization folk are pretty nice, when you get to know 'em. Esmerelda, one of the mummies from school, introduced me to Ahmose at the dance. We've been hanging out every day since then, out on the windswept Antarctic plains, and it's been pretty amazing. I've never met someone like her, living or undead. Sure, there's an age difference, but we connect on a very "real" and "now: kind of level.

Ahmose says they've seen these checkered blimps on and off for centuries. But their scriptures say maybe now's the time they break free. I have no idea what she's talking about, but she's talking about we could sneak back to their encampment...

Toby the Ice Worm is big enough to ride and seems to enjoy it, so we’ve been snorfing and hurling ourselves across the Antarctic plain. And what do we run across but an Icy Mummy Civilization! Out there in a hidden valley. Building pyramids, worshipping old gods, going about their mummy business.

It looks like they’ve been here for centuries.

Somebody’s lost control of their mummies and now they’re wandering blind through the ice tunnels. Toby the Ice Worm uses its frosty breath to keep them herded up in the old tunnels, mostly, but heads up!

I got stuck on tunneling duty with Toby the Ice Worm.

I'm here for the summer course in Psychic Personal Knowledge Management (PPKM).

It's weird to think how all moments in my life were just as a countdown to this.