4 AMY and DAN CAHILL PRESENT

AMY and DAN CAHILL PRESENT by Jude Watson Windchill stuck at zero. Check. Piles of dirty snow on sidewalks. Check. Math test tomorrow. Check. Complete lack of preparation for test. Check. Social Studies Boredom Level: Ten. (Sigh). Check. Dan Cahill's Existence: Situation Normal! Dan tried to focus. Ms. Zapata's mouth was moving, but the words were a blur of sound. Occasionally, something poked through, like Etruscans. Once, bloody battle got his attention

艾米和丹·卡希尔（Jude Watson PRESENT） Windchill停留在零。 检查。人行道上成堆的脏雪。 检查。明天数学考试。 检查。对考试完全缺乏准备。 检查。无聊程度：10。 (叹气)。检查。丹·卡希尔的存在：情况正常！丹试图集中注意力。 萨帕塔的嘴在动，但她说的话是模糊的声音。 偶尔会有一些东西插进来，比如伊特鲁里亚人。 有一次，一场血战引起了他的注意

until he lapsed back into boredom again. He'd been trapped in social studies for about a hundred hours. Okay, forty-two minutes and thirteen seconds. It was the last class of the day, and it was so fascinating he could hardly stay asleep. He stared out the window at the slate-gray February sky and tried not to yawn. Back in September, in the middle of the Clue hunt, if he'd thought about being in social studies class again? It would have seemed like heaven on a stick compared to getting chased, double-crossed, and almost killed by his relatives. When he and Amy had touched down at Logan Airport after their adventure, they'd both cheered. They couldn't wait to get back to their lives. They couldn't wait to be just like this: bored out of their minds. They'd just made one major miscalculation. They'd forgotten how boring being bored could be. Why hadn't Dan remembered Ms. Zapata's nickname? Everyone called her Ms. Zzzzz because she put her students to sleep. The funny thing was, Dan had actually

直到他再次陷入无聊。 他已经被社会研究困住了大约100个小时。 好的，42分13秒。 这是当天的最后一节课，课上得太精彩了，他几乎无法入睡。 他凝视着窗外二月灰蒙蒙的天空，努力不让自己打哈欠。 九月份，在寻找线索的过程中，他有没有想过再去上社会学课？ 比起被追赶，被出卖，几乎被他的亲戚杀死，这似乎是天堂。 当他和艾米在冒险结束后降落在洛根机场时，他们都欢呼起来。 他们迫不及待地想回到自己的生活中去。 他们迫不及待地想要变成这样：无聊透顶。 他们刚刚犯了一个重大的错误。 他们已经忘记了无聊是多么的无聊。 为什么丹没有记起？ 萨帕塔的昵称吗?大家都叫她女士。 因为她让她的学生睡着了。 有趣的是，丹实际上

experienced what Ms. Zapata was now droning about. He'd been to Egypt. He'd felt the heat and tasted the dust. He'd felt a thrill slipping down the dark Nile in a boat past the Valley of the Kings. Ms. Zapata made it sound like she was reading instructions on how to install a dishwasher. Just then a word floated out through the buzz saw of Zapata-speak: Nefertari. Dan tuned back in. "…the most beautiful tomb in Egypt," Ms. Zapata was saying. "You probably know the queen because there's a famous bust of her." A photo flashed on-screen. Dan raised his hand. "That's Nefertiti," he said. "Different queen." Ms. Zapata frowned. She looked at her notes. "You could be right, Dan. Uh… let's move on." Another slide flashed on-screen. "Now, this is the inner chamber of the tomb, where she was laid to rest." Dan's hand rose again. Ms. Zapata closed her eyes.

经历了萨帕塔现在絮絮叨叨的事情 他去过埃及。他感受到了高温，尝到了尘土的味道。 他乘船从黑暗的尼罗河顺流而下，经过帝王谷时感到一阵兴奋。 萨帕塔说得好像她在阅读如何安装洗碗机的说明。 就在这时，一个词从萨帕塔语的嗡嗡声中飘了出来：纳费尔塔利。 丹重新打开电视。“……埃及最美丽的坟墓。” 萨帕塔说。“你可能认识女王，因为那里有一尊著名的女王半身像。” 屏幕上闪过一张照片。 丹举起了手。“那是娜芙蒂蒂，”他说。 “不同的女王。”萨帕塔皱起了眉头。 她看了看笔记。“你可能是对的，丹。 嗯……我们继续吧。”屏幕上又闪现了一张幻灯片。 “看，这就是坟墓的内室，是她长眠的地方。” 丹的手又举了起来。Ms。 萨帕塔闭上了眼睛。

"Actually? That's the side chamber." "Really." Ms. Zapata's lips pressed together. "And how do you know this, Dan?" "Because…" Dan hesitated. Because I was there. Because I was locked inside the tomb with an ex-KGB spy, so I got to know it pretty well. "Especially since the tomb is closed for conservation," Ms. Zapata said. Yeah. But we had this connection to an Egyptologist? Except he turned out to be a thief and a liar, so we captured him. I came this close to smashing him with a lamp…. Everyone was looking at him. Dan didn't know what to say, and that never used to happen. He'd been back at school for four months, and the story for their five-week disappearance was that he and Amy had to take care of family matters after their grandmother's funeral. Nobody was supposed to know that they'd been chasing Clues all over the world. Nobody was supposed to know that he'd been locked in a tomb. Or been shot at, buried alive, and almost blown up. "I guess I saw it somewhere," he mumbled.

“其实呢?那是侧室。” “真的。”萨帕塔抿紧了嘴唇。 “你是怎么知道的，丹？”“因为……”丹犹豫了一下。 因为我当时在场。因为我和一个前克格勃间谍被锁在坟墓里，所以我对它很了解。 “尤其是在陵墓因保护而关闭之后，”她说。 萨帕塔说。是的。但我们居然和埃及古物学家有联系？ 但他原来是个小偷和骗子，所以我们抓住了他。 我差点就用台灯砸了他.... 每个人都看着他。 丹不知道该说什么，以前从没发生过这种事。 他回学校已经四个月了，他们失踪五周的原因是他和艾米在祖母的葬礼后要处理一些家庭事务。 没人应该知道他们一直在全世界寻找线索。 没人应该知道他被锁在了坟墓里。 或者被枪杀，被活埋，差点被炸死。 “我想我在什么地方见过。”他咕哝道。

Ms. Zapata tried not to look pleased. "Let's try and remember not to make claims that aren't true, shall we?" She let the moment hang there as everyone twisted in their seats to look at Dan. He knew they were waiting for him to be Dan The Man, to snap back a comment that would be funny but not disrespectful enough to get him in huge trouble. "Sure," he said. Triumphantly, Ms. Zapata turned back to her notes. His classmates swiveled around again, disappointed that Dan hadn't caused Ms. Zapata to turn that awesome magenta color she did when she was aggravated. Four months ago, he and Amy had thought it would be easy just to go back to their old lives. But it hadn't been easy. Dan knew that he'd changed. He didn't know how, exactly— he just knew he was different. It wasn't a kick anymore to contradict his teachers or make the whole class laugh. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Sometimes his nightmares scared him so bad he had to sleep with

萨帕塔尽量装出不高兴的样子。 “让我们试着记住，不要做出不真实的断言，好吗？”当每个人都扭过头来看着丹的时候，她让这一刻停留在那里。 他知道他们都在等着他成为“大汉丹”（Dan The Man），来回击一句既有趣又不会让他惹上大麻烦的不敬的话。 “当然，”他说。得意洋洋地,女士。 萨帕塔回过头去看她的笔记。 他的同学们又转过身来，失望地发现丹没有引起她的注意。 萨帕塔被激怒的时候会把她那令人敬畏的品红变成红色。 四个月前，他和艾米还以为回到以前的生活很容易。 但这并不容易。丹知道他已经变了。 他不知道具体是怎么回事——他只知道自己与众不同。 反驳老师或逗全班大笑不再是一种乐趣。 也许是因为睡眠不足。 有时他的噩梦把他吓坏了，他不得不和他上床

the lights on. He couldn't seem to connect with his old friends. He couldn't seem to care about the cool things he did before, like comic books and video games and the chances of the Red Sox taking the Series next season. He'd become a loner. Which meant, in the world of middle school, he was tipping on the scale straight down toward Loser. When the bell rang, he popped up quickly and scurried out the door. He made for the exit and didn't breathe freely until he hit the cold February air. Amy's school was four blocks away, and they always met halfway, in front of a coffee bar. After school, if it was a good day, there would be a cinnamon roll left at the coffee bar. There was a loading zone in front so that Fiske or Nellie could park the car temporarily and wait if they had to. It was a Wednesday, so it would be Fiske today. Nellie, their other guardian, had an afternoon class at Boston University. They usually heard Fiske before they saw him because of all the horns blowing as he cut across traffic. Fiske must have

灯亮了。他似乎无法与老朋友取得联系。 他似乎不关心他以前做过的很酷的事情，比如漫画书和电子游戏，以及红袜队下赛季赢得系列赛的机会。 他变得不合群了。这意味着，在中学的世界里，他在天平上直接向Loser倾斜。 下课铃响了，他迅速地跳起来，跑出了门。 他向出口走去，直到呼吸到二月的冷空气才自由地呼吸。 艾米的学校就在四个街区之外，他们总是在中途相遇，在一家咖啡厅前。 放学后，如果天气好，咖啡厅里会留下一个肉桂卷。 前面有一个装载区，这样菲斯克和内莉就可以把车暂时停在那里，必要时可以等着。 今天是星期三，所以今天是菲斯克节。 他们的另一个监护人内莉下午在波士顿大学有一节课。 他们通常在看到菲斯克之前就听到了他的声音，因为他穿过车流时总是鸣笛。 菲斯克一定有