The Waiter Formerly Known As Imhotep limped through the streets of Cairo, keeping his eyes well open. He'd never liked the place - there were too many people for his liking, and more people increased the chances that his true identity would be uncovered.
Finally, he found a small cafe opposite the Raffles hotel where he could sit down, rest his legs (he felt like he hadn't done so much physical exercise since he'd had to run away from the invading Romans...), and think a bit more about the situation he found himself in.
As he sipped his milkshake (through a straw, of course, since he had to keep the scarf over most of his face), he allowed his thoughts to slip back through history to the momentous events he'd witnessed - the arrival of Caesar, Marc Anthony and then Octavian, the arrival of new religions, several battles during the Crusades (Mansourah, in which he'd taken part as an anonymous footsoldier and had aided in the capture of Louis IX of France, always had a soft spot in what was left of his heart), and the Battle of the Nile...
He was roused from his reminiscences by the sound of a car drawing up outside the hotel.
"Ok, sir, 'ere we are," said Lord Carnarvon's driver. "I'll park the car round the block and wait for you there."
"Thank you, Jones," replied Carnarvon. "I'll see you later."
Carnarvon and Carter disappeared into the foyer of the Raffles hotel. Imhotep watched them go, and a plan hatched in his mind.
He left his table and headed round the corner into a dark alleyway. There, out of sight of anyone, he rubbed his ring, whispered an incantation, and was surrounded by a sand cloud. When it dissipated, he had become an exact replica of Lord Carnarvon's driver. Imhotep walked briskly out into the street, and followed the sound of the engine of Lord Carnarvon's car.
The chauffeur was standing next to the vehicule, rolling a cigarette and whistling. Suddenly, he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder, and heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Alright, guv? How's yer doin' today?"
The chauffeur dropped his semi-rolled cigarette and tried to turn to look at this thing that sounded just like him. However, he was rooted to the spot. He opened his mouth to shout, but nothing came out. He felt the hand on his shoulder move up to his right temple, and another hand touch his left temple. He felt the pressure build within his skull, and gradually lost consciousness.
Imhotep dragged the body into a nearby doorway, and waved his hands over it. His ring glowed, and the body disappeared. HE then headed back to Carnarvon's car, and sat down in the driver's seat.
Meanwhile, ...