Liam was gone like a shot down the stairs, yet again leaving us to follow. But this time he was slowed by the writing on the walls of the narrow flight, twisting back and forth from one side to another, cries of joy and exclamation bursting from him, kind of like this:

"Mesopotamia! Holy, can't be, how cool is-Egypt! The pyramids are what? Now I have to go to-Greece. Yes, of course. Of course! Why didn't I guess that might be the-Rome? No, really? All of Rome? How did they ...