Oh, he had his moments, Jon snorted. A house near Seattle was a hefty downgrade anyhow.

Daniel glanced up. "Wrong Seti, Jon. This one was a pharaoh."

"What d'I say?"

Jack carried on without missing a beat. "'Course there was a hint that Imhotep built the place for him, threw in all those lovely tricks and treats.."

Jon muttered. "'Wrong Seti,' he says."

"..then got buried alive with a swarm of flesh-eating scarabs for his trouble. Something about doing the dirty with Seti's girl."

"Wrong Imhotep too," he conceded cheerfully. You can't use a sarcophagus on a skeleton. I hope.