The street was empty. Not a sound to be heard, apart from a old rocking chair, wheezing back and forth. It's pilot was a old man, sat over looking the well kept street with eyes that had seen many a day roll by and by. The old man looked left to right. Something had caught his attendion. It was the clitter clatter of newly polished shoes, running at maximum speed down the street. The sound eased it way louder and louder, until the old man could make out who was running at such a alarming speed. It was a man. A man who was usually found facing his fears, not running from them. He had laid down his trusty whip and gun and gave up. The old man rose from his Chair and stood at the edge of the porch.

"What's a matter, sonny?" The old man said caringly with a trusting smile.

"I just couldn't do it. Tell her. I'm sorry."

This man was Doctor Henry "Indiana" Jones Jr. His name was on every secret serviceman's lips after his daring retrieval of the lost Ark of the Covnent. For a man who had took on some of the most sadistic and some of the most violent cogs that Nazi Germany had to offer, It seemed the one who had defeated him, was his own lover. The one who had stole his heart from that young age when he first set eyes on her. Marion Ravenwood. She would be stood alone at the alter. The groom would not want to take part in this adventure.