Needles froze. The train had exploded – or something to that extent.
Everything appeared to be OK – but he decided to land just in case anything
serious was about to happen to them. Not like nothing serious had happened
to him already – but he wasn't going to take any more chances. Slowly, the
train landed, and Needles shut it off. He looked around at the passengers.
The old man had fallen asleep - or fainted. Marty was looking around,
obviously very nervous. Jim, Needle's partner, looked at the cashier. The
cashier stared back and frowned. He was a man in his late sixties – but he
looked in shape.
Nobody said anything as Needles opened the door. There were no lights, no sign of life in any direction. Needles glanced around for anything to show him he wasn't out in the middle of nowhere. There seemed to be a small kind of town to his left, but he couldn't make it out in the dark. It occurred to Needles that possibly he had gotten himself lost – that this 'train' had brought him very far away from Hill Valley. And for one of the first times in his life, he began to feel scared. He hadn't meant for this simple robbery to get so out of control.
Needles slowly walked back into the train. Now, the old man who seemed to be friends with Marty had woken up. He got up and stood to face Needles. "Young man, I don't believe you know what you've done. But if you'll let me at the controls, I will be able to bring us home." Needles considered it – he really did – but his attitude told him not to trust the man. "Why should I, huh, old man? You think you know more about this piece of junk than I do? How do you expect to learn the controls and find us home, huh? You know, why don't I let my friend Jim here teach you a lesson? Or would you rather quietly sit down, and wait for the morning? Then we can work things through. But for right now, why don't you sit down and shut your mouth. That goes for you too, chicken, and you, old geezer."
The cashier started to stand up in protest but Jim stopped him before he could attack Needles. There was nothing the three captives could do but wait.
Nobody said anything as Needles opened the door. There were no lights, no sign of life in any direction. Needles glanced around for anything to show him he wasn't out in the middle of nowhere. There seemed to be a small kind of town to his left, but he couldn't make it out in the dark. It occurred to Needles that possibly he had gotten himself lost – that this 'train' had brought him very far away from Hill Valley. And for one of the first times in his life, he began to feel scared. He hadn't meant for this simple robbery to get so out of control.
Needles slowly walked back into the train. Now, the old man who seemed to be friends with Marty had woken up. He got up and stood to face Needles. "Young man, I don't believe you know what you've done. But if you'll let me at the controls, I will be able to bring us home." Needles considered it – he really did – but his attitude told him not to trust the man. "Why should I, huh, old man? You think you know more about this piece of junk than I do? How do you expect to learn the controls and find us home, huh? You know, why don't I let my friend Jim here teach you a lesson? Or would you rather quietly sit down, and wait for the morning? Then we can work things through. But for right now, why don't you sit down and shut your mouth. That goes for you too, chicken, and you, old geezer."
The cashier started to stand up in protest but Jim stopped him before he could attack Needles. There was nothing the three captives could do but wait.