Petra exhaled, looking around. “Now what?” I looked at her closely, wondering if she could feel what I did. If so, she gave no indication. “You tell me.” She looked up at the mist-shrouded moon and sighed. Closing her eyes briefly, she muttered, “Here goes nothing,” then spread her hands in front of her and addressed the tomb. “Open sesame!” “Petra,” I snapped, mystified by her nonchalance. “This isn’t a joke!”
