Dr. Cage's face was flushed with delight when she answered the door. "Oh! Danny! You're here, too! Come see, come see!" Danny and I followed Dr. Cage into the artifact room where, on the table, was indeed a mummified hand. "I don't know how it happened, I came in here to do some writing and there it was!" She looked at Danny. "And...it wasn't here when we had our tutoring session last night, was it?" My gaze traveled to him, and I watched as his face slowly paled. "Would it be alright if I handled the artifact, Dr. Cage?" I asked quietly. "Sure...it's not a problem." She picked it up gently and handed it to me. "Oh, but please be careful," she said. The item felt heavier then I expected, about the weight of a human hand would feel, I suppose. The gauze that it was wrapped with was rough. I examined it closely and noticed that the bottom of it, where the hand would be connected to the wrist, was abnormally even in cut. "I don't know what kind of primitive knife could have made this clean of a cut," I told her. "Must have been a professional job back then." I saw then that one of the strips of gauze was loose around the bottom. "Weird