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knowing how to proceed. They needed to
determine what the next step would be.
“Come on,” he began. “Have a seat.”
He walked Julie over to the dining table.
And sitting across from each other, gathered
their thoughts in an attempt to develop a
plan. Neither of them possessed any
knowledge of the area, outside of what they
could see beyond the boat. Back in L.A.,
Marty used road maps as well as the phone
book to plan their escape. Here, wherever
here was, they had no information at all and
may as well have landed on the moon. The
conversation was short. Marty determined
that the first order of business was to find
out where they were. It wasn't as important
to know the name of the city as it was to
find a way out. And to do that, they needed
information. Reconnaissance was one of the
things Marty specialized in and quickly felt
himself slipping back into his element.
“I need you to stay here,” he said.
“No!” Julie replied. “You're not leaving
me here!”
Her eyes teared up as she felt herself, again,
approaching a state of panic.
“No, I'm going with you!”
Marty reached out and took her hands.
“Listen, I can do this a lot faster if I do
it alone. Now, I need you to stay here with
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