Two streaks of orange glowing fire melted the snow in its path, it quickly extinguished by the frigid cold. Marty, Doc and Seamus stepped out of the DeLorean, freezing in their clothes.
"Brr! Geeze it's freezing out here!" Marty's face turned whiter than the snow could cover him.
"By golly, it sure is cold out here!" Now Seamus' face was whiter than Marty's.
"The flux capacitor malfunctioned," Doc chimed in.
"Then how are we going to get out of here?!" Marty was growing angry.
"We need a storm, or at least a lightning bolt."
"Uh! Not again Doc!" Very, very, angry...
None of them spoke for a good five minutes.
Seamus broke the silence:
"I'm not tryin' to be a yellerbeller, but where is this place?"
Doc gave Seamus a long sad stare.
"That doesn't matter—you need to be in the place you belong in! I've got to get you back to your original time period! Or your spacious displacement will throw the world into—"
Seamus' face was turning a bright red.
"Stop! That was not what I was asking for!"
"Well?" Marty was so angry to the point he could explode.
Marty gave Doc a stupid look wile Seamus was sitting in the passenger seat, cowering.
"We—." Doc's face was turning whiter than his head.
"Are at the north pole." Seamus' and Marty's jaws dropped like anchors.
All three of their eyes twitched like mad.