Indy's residence, Fairfield, New York 1938

[henry_jones_jr]

[January 21st, 1938 @ 10:16 am EST]

With the taste of (her) blueberry muffins and coffee still thick in his mouth, Indy strides into his own living room for the second time this week. He strolls around, peremptorily checking things out and re-familiarizing himself with his home... from home. Miss Jennings, the housekeeper, seems to have been

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[dr_marcus_brody]

Marcus is seated at his desk, half-attentively scribbling his authorization onto a ream of invoices. The sudden loud jangle of the phone causes him to start. It always does.

He waits a respectible number of rings, then lifts the receiver.

"Doctor Marcus Brody."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Marcus. It's Indy."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Indy!"

"Where are you? Where the devil have you been?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"I'm up in Fairfield. Just got back from Egypt... kinda."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Goodness. You've been there all this time, since before New Year?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Sort of. Yeah."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Ahah. Sampling the local delicacies, no doubt."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Heh. Funny, Marcus. Real funny."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Then what? Sallah sent me a typically vague telegram a few weeks ago. You got the location of the Crystal from the Temple of Bast."

"Did you find it?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"We got it, yeah. And then I lost it again. The guy in charge of the Nazi dig was a persistent son of a bitch."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Oh dear. So they've got it."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Hah. I think you know me better than that, Marcus old boy."

"I stuck around for a bit, kinda against my will. A couple of friends from Milliways showed up... yesterday, and, well, we took care of things."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Oh. Milliways friends."

"What happened, Indy?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Long story short, I destroyed the Crystal. There's no threat anymore."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Oh."

[henry_jones_jr]

"What? That was the ultimate goal, Marcus. To stop it falling into the wrong hands."