"Ahhhhh....Home sweet home." Sighed Rick O'Connell to his wife Evelyn as they drove past the intricate iron gate that lead to the outer London estate they hung their hats in. Evelyn, more affectionately known as Evie, smiled at her husband and gave his leg a squeeze. It had become custom for Rick to say those words whenever they returned from one of their archeological adventures, and his voice was usually thick with sarcasm as he said them. This time, there was a truth in his voice, and Evie understood.