How can you ‘know’ some totally random ancient Egyptian human is your old friend?”“I just know, that’s all,” I said shakily. The extraordinary coincidence had shaken me to the core.Baraka pulled an important looking scroll from inside his cloak, and started to read from a list of skills and talents which were apparently crucial to Cleopatra’s mysterious plan. “Glassblowers, carpenters…”I moved in closer to this strange yet fabulously familiar version of my friend, and realised for the first time that her clothes were almost threadbare. It was the proud way she carried herself that made you not notice at first. She had fastened a fresh lotus blossom in her glossy black hair. She had attitude, like my Sky. And like Sky, she was lonely to her bones.“Dancers, acrobats, silk weavers,” Baraka was reeling off.In a rush of cosmic info I knew everything about this girl’s life. Her dad was dangerously ill. He hadn’t taken solid food for days, but tonight he’d had a sudden longing for apricots.
