"No! No, you can't go!"
"Marcus, please," Indy pleaded. "I'm sure it won't be for too long, and I'll probably be back in time to grade all of the term papers! Well, most of them, anyway."
"No! Indiana, you are on the verge of losing your job. You just came back a week ago, and now you want to leave again? No! I won't let you!"
"Look, I can tell this is important! Marcus, I have to go!" Marcus stared at him for a moment, and then sighed.
"Alright, Indy. But if you come back and find out you have no job, don't come to me. All you'll get is an I told you so."
"Okay, whatever." Indy exited the office and strolled back to his car, whistling a happy tune. He was free once more from the term papers, the staff meetings, and all the usual monotonous bustle of school teaching. He slid into his car, drove home, and swapped his professor's garb for a more familiar outfit- a brown jacket over a white shirt and brown pants. As he clapped his trusty fedora to his head, he smiled-Indiana Jones, archaeologist, was back in the field.
"Okay, kid, you thought up this insane mission, so where to now?"
Luke swallowed nervously. "Well, um, that's a problem. See, I don't know where Earth is."
"You did not just say that."
"Yes, actually, I did. I only know the coordinates that will lead us to its sun."
"It's sun! Listen kid, I have pulled off a lot of risky things with this ship, but that is one stunt I am neither ready nor willing to try. The Falcon is heat resistant, but not that resistant!"
"I know! I was thinking that we could take the coordinates I have and alter them a bit so that we go to one side of the sun, instead of directly towards it."
Han looked at him doubtfully. "It might work," he said thoughtfully. After another moment's hesitation, he nodded.
"We'll give it a try." He punched the altered coordinates into the computer and pulled back on the lever, silently watching as the stars blurred into hyperspace.