Chapter 11- Sol 43 (3)
Indiana Jones had just survived getting swallowed up by the beautiful frozen Martian lake. He looked on, ashamed, at what was left: a giant ice field.
"Come now, Indiana, let's keep moving. There's bound to be something else there" Marcus said.
After a moment, Indiana decided to move on.
"You're right, Marcus. This lake could have been the water source for whatever lived here. There's bound to be something else here."
Indiana saw an opening further ahead. It was more than big enough for him to fit through. He stepped in and looked around the room. He looked around and was oddly reminded of a bar. A long rectangular rock was in the center of the furthest wall. Other square rocks lay around in an organized fashion.
"I think I found the place where the inhabitants would get wasted" Indiana said."I found some type of lounge, but it reminds me more of a bar."
Indiana continued to look around. He found something on the ground.
"A… a jug!"
"What?!"
"And… it's not made of rock! Its...clay…"
An utter silence followed. More than ever, they knew that something had been living on Mars at one point.
"Indy, I suggest you keep going. Is there a door?" Sallah asked.
"There's an exit."
"Well, if this is where they came to drink then they must have come from somewhere nearby."
Indiana's thoughts began to soared at the idea of finding the homes of the organisms. he quickly ventured forward toward the next opening. As he made his way toward the tunnel, his heart began to pound. He kept going and…
"Indy?" Sallah asked.
"Indiana?" Marcus asked.
"Not again" Dad complained.