I've been stuck here for a while now. I don't really think we're going anywhere; we're just stationary.
"Doctor, what's taking you so long?" I urged.
"It's seems we're stuck in an alternate situation, suppressing us from our ultimate task of maintaining a decent velocity on your human transportation guidelines." He said in a proud, confident voice, completely ignoring the true point of communication. He soon came back to reality, though. "In other words, we're in a traffic jam".
"Oh great!" I exclaimed. "The last thing we need is a traffic jam to stop us from saving the universe. It's rather funny how these people have no idea they're about to kill quadrillions upon quadrillions of people.
"Oh never mind. It's not that bad." He assured.
"Not that bad?" I shouted. "Do you act like this every time the world ends? Confident that everything will turn out just like planned? That you'll always find a way out?
"Yeah, basically." He replied.
He stared at me for a brief moment and bolted out of the car.
"Wait! Where are you going?" I called.
"Well aren't you coming?" He shouted.
I looked hesitantly at the car and the jammed road ahead.
"What choice do I have?" I thought.
And so, we ran off, through the lush green field that lay ahead, and I was hanging by his every word.