Deleted Scene: RIP The Sinclairs

 The mummy lay on the snow, her head propped up on a half-buried rock, looking at the sky. Her eyeballs had disintegrated millennia ago, so she couldn't see in the traditional sense, but her supernatural sight allowed her to see in shades of gray. She was aware that much of the beauty of the aurora borealis was lost on her. Still, she liked watching the play of lights as they shot across the sky.

The sweatpants and hoodie that she was wearing wouldn't have done much against the cold for a human person, but the mummy was impervious to the cold. She did, however, feel the vibration of her cellphone just under her rib bones. A series of three texts, one right after the other.

For a moment, she thought that she might not even answer it. For a moment, she didn't. She no longer had the ability to breathe, but she let out a mental sigh before pulling the phone out of the kangaroo pocket on the front of her sweatshirt.

The phone woke immediately, displaying the three short texts on the lock screen.

Kim:
karen and john sinclair r ded
plane crash
whoops! :/

Well, that was inconvenient. The series of texts came from the mummy's personal assistant, Kim. Kim was a 32-year-old software engineer from South Carolina. She was as sharp as her southern drawl was soft, and she'd never made a mistake in the decade that she'd been working for the mummy.

Until now. Karen and John Sinclair were two of the mummy's fake personas. They allowed the mummy to purchase property, stocks, and private jets. To make them seem real, Kim's job was to pay their taxes on time and to keep them rich.

One thing she did with all of the mummy's personas was keep them moving. She'd buy and sell homes in different cities, and arrange for lavish vacations. She'd even hire actors to populate these vacations.

Modern technology had made the creation and maintenance of pretend people a lot more complicated than the falsified birth certificates the mummy had relied on only a century ago. But they were necessary so that the mummy could keep looking for The King.

The King's body had been stolen from his tomb a couple of millennia ago. The mummy, who had been sacrificed to keep him company in the Afterlife, was dragged back into her desiccated body kicking and screaming. She'd been looking for him ever since.

The mummy didn't text Kim back. Instead, she purchased a plane ticket to Los Angeles, hired a staffing service to set up the mansion in Beverly Hills that belonged to the Sinclairs, and a car to take her from the airport to the mansion.

There was an underground network that the mummy operated under -- kind of like the dark web, but an actual secret. It allowed the mummy to make further arrangements, severing Kim's connections to the mummy's network of bank accounts and fake personas. As severance, the mummy added twenty million dollars to Kim's bank account before erasing any trace of her activity.

She debated texting Kim back to let her know she was fired, but Kim was a smart girl. She'd figure it out.

The mummy powered down the phone and then slid it back into her kangaroo pocket. Swirls of bright white slunk around a dark gray sky.

The mummy screamed.