Creative Writing: He Was He In The Jail

You could feel the small draft coming from the long cement hallway, as Eric lay on the hard cot, staring at the ceiling. After lying there for two minutes, trying to figure out where he was, it soon came to his attention that he was in a jail cell. Eric sat up quickly; there were so many questions running through his head. Where was he? Why was he in jail? And what happened last night? As he paced around the cell he noticed hieroglyphics carved on the walls. Then an even more important question filled him with dread. " Where, exactly, am I?"
Eric tried to scream for someone to come and explain to him what had happened, but no one came. After sitting there trying to figure out what happened, he began to feel around in his pockets. He soon

found three small statues in his jacket pocket. He began to examine each piece carefully, hoping they would help him figure out what had happened to him. The first piece was a small picture with the ancient Egyptian god called Isis, the god of magic. He examined the picture more to find it was dated on the back June, 6, 1997. The date didn't ring a bell at first. He sat there for about five minutes when a painful memory came back to him the memory of, glass flying everywhere, as him mom screamed at him to go get help; then it hit that was the day he lost his parents. He threw the picture down as tears began to rush down his face. Then he grabbed the second piece, which was a small figure of the god Anubis, the god of death. Nothing was making sense to him. Why did he have a picture with the date of his parent’s death written on the back? Why did he have the god of death in his pocket? What the heck was going on? Not even remembering the last piece, he began to scream historical.
"Hello! Hello! Is anyone out there?" he screamed.
He didn't know what to do as he sat in the cold cell; he didn't know if anyone was with him or how even got there. Then he saw the picture lying on his bed. He walked over to it and began to exam it once again. Flashbacks started to come to him of what had happened last night, he remembered being with a girl in a hotel gift shop, looking at postcards; that must have been where the picture came from. But who was the girl, and how did his parent’s death date get on the picture? After looking at the picture over and over again, he noticed something written in the top left hand corner; it read “Renaissance Sharm El Sheikh Golden View Beach Resort.” That’s when it hit him. He was in Egypt! His parents used to take him there all the time before their accident. With excitement he grabbed the small statue of Anubis and started to exam it more closely; he saw the same hotel name written on the bottom of it, and the same date. He couldn't figure out what was going on.
All of a sudden, a tall woman stood in front of the sand-colored bars. The woman had painted hieroglyphics down her arms, and short black hair. Eric looked