“You guys got a map yet?” Muse asks, entering the conversation at just the right moment. I look over at him and Cope and smile. “No, but I don't need one. I have one word for you,” I start as I back away toward the staircase, “mummies.” And then I turn and run up the steps in white heels with black bats all over them, my mother's charm bracelet tinkling in time with the necklaces around my throat. I don't stop until I'm looking at ancient corpses wrapped in gauze. Now, how much more romantic could a date with five guys really get?
