"I have about four drums worth so i have about four hundred bullets for my MK II and about five clips for my Baretta. Shit. Once i run out of cigerattes im out of those for good too. We need to hurry up and get back to the future. But I dont know. It feels weird leaving these people to fend for themselves. What if we were supposed to come back and help them and that made the world how it was in the future?" John was starting to question everything he had learned...