Adrian Paul is a simple kind of guy: not able to break out of his nine-to-five grind, but willing to stick with it for the sake of his wife and son. As he was out shopping one day, he noticed a large crouds of Egyptians and overheard that they were there because the Eye of Horus had been brought to the Michael C. Carlos Museum at Emory. Since his brother was crippled in the the War in Iraq, Mr. Paul thought a good way to just convince these Egyptians to leave would be to take and destroy the eye. However, when he picked it up, he suddenly saw such things as to break the minds of mortal men. The Egyptians appeared to be dog-headed monsters, one of the museum’s patrons looked like a man with goat legs, and even normal people seemed to be so much mor than they had appeared. He spent most of his time fleeing, unable and strangely unwilling to destroy the eye. The party managed to get the eye from him before he could do any real harm, and Isis worked some sort of spell on him so he would regard all he saw as some sort of dream. He would never be able to forget what he saw, but now it seemed less real.