The adventure is only beginning…
Indy looked down at his dusty boots. "Do you mind if I sit down next to this boulder over here and think?" he asked Martha.
"Whatever you fancy," said Martha brusquely. Indy walked over to the boulder and sat down pensively. He pulled his whip out of its holster and fingered it as he racked his brain. His trusty leather friend felt secure in his hand; the rough yet soft texture sent a comforting thrill up his spine. Martha looked curiously at Indy as he absently continued stroking the bullwhip, deep in thought.
"What're you thinking about, Doctor Jones?" queried Martha, sitting down next to Indy. Playfully she grabbed the old, beaten-up fedora off of his head and put it on her head at a jaunty angle. She laughed aloud, breaking Indy's concentration. Indy suddenly realized his head was bare.
"Hey! Give that back!" Indy barked, putting his whip down for a moment to snatch his hat off of Martha's head. He firmly pulled it back onto his head, and placed his hands on Martha's shoulders.
"Listen here, sweetheart," muttered Indy, "that hat's been with me since I was a boy. It's immensely important to me, and I simply feel naked without it. Don't touch the hat, OK?"
Martha backed away slightly. "OK, OK, Doctor Jones. I won't touch your hat."
"Good," said Indy.
"Have you decided where you'd like to go yet?"
"I really don't know where I'd like to go," said Indy, shrugging. "Take me anywhere – outer space, Easter Island, wherever you'd like, Miss Jones."
"Then take my hand."
Indy nodded and did as he was told.
"Then hold on to your HobNobs," said Martha with a wink. "This is going to be the adventure of a lifetime."
She input some number combination on her Vortex Manipulator and hit a button. The forest clearing around them vanished as a rush of energy blasted towards and behind them…
