"So..." the young man sighed, pulling a half broken comb from his pocket and attempting to use the shattered remain to slick back his dishevelled hair. The attempt was largely unsuccessful and his hair drooped over his face, awkwardly curling at the edges. Replacing the comb, he decide his coolness status might be better improved by leaning nonchalantly against a lone tree and playing with his knife, "So..." he repeated, twisting his knife in the air, "We've escaped the sword wielding Russian kidnapper spies, we've met our very first interdenominational aliens, waved them goodbye as they set off back to where ever they came from, oh, and we've discovered a long lost ancient city and watched it turn into dust..."

"Not bad for our first family holiday" Indy replied as he brushed a mound of dust from his hat and placed it carefully back on his head. He shifted over slightly where he was sitting on a large protruding rock to let Marion shimmy in beside him.

"Yeah," Mutt smirked, "All that was missing was the ice cream...."

"Ice cream..." his mum interrupted as she cuddled back in to her past lover, "You know I never let you have ice-cream, not after that time you licked the top right off and it landed in the sand. You cried for two days solid."

"Yeah mum. But only cause I have a cruel and sadistic parent who decided that dropping my ice cream should be a life lesson. A more caring parent could have just scraped together some loose change for their distraught 4 year old and got a new one. But anyway...."

"You should have bought him another ice-cream Marion, he was only a kid." Dr Jones sneered as he looked down from his high horse, "There's life lessons and there's child cruelty."

"It doesn't really matter." Mutt replied, "I'm over it now....but, anyway, what I was trying to say was..."

"... And who are you to tell me how I should and shouldn't have dealt with my own son!" Marion stated angrily. She had stopped cuddling in and had taken a defensive stand, arms crossed, pouting mouth. Indy stood up to meet her. "Maybe if someone had informed me that I even had a son, I could have been a little more involved..."

"Involved. Oh yeah," the laugh was almost venomous, "I'm sure you would have settled down to a family life, got a dog, took mutt to soccer, given up all this adventuring to be a dad!"

"I actually had a dog for a while, so don't say I can't commit!"

"Uhu, and where is it now?!"

"Well... I don't actually know.. but I can explain that. It wasn't my fault"

"Hey!!" Mutt squeezed between his two bickering parents, physically separating them, "Will you two just shut up?"

Marion scowled. "Don't talk to your father like that." came the surprising grudged reply.

Mutt ignored the bait. "I was trying to ask a question, not revel in the psychological remains of past childhood traumas."

Indiana looked irritated, "Well spit it out kid. No need to get in a twist. You were the one who brought the topic of holidays up in the first place."

Mutt side swerved the second argument bait. He could see where the attraction came from and quietly took a mental note that if they got back together he would definitely have to start looking to move out of the family home. His mum and Indy could live in bickering bliss. "We're in the middle of a rainforest. No backpack, no tent, no food, no car," he stated plainly, "all I wanted to know is how on earth we're going to get out of here."

A worrying silence filled the air. It seemed at that very moment even the multitude of birds, insects and forest animals took a minute to quiet down and wait expectantly for the answer. Marion looked to Indiana. Indy rubbed the stubble on his chin and looked towards the rainforest below them, confident that the answer to the question might suddenly jump up from the thicket below. An uncomfortable number of seconds later there seemed to be no awaiting answer.

Suddenly Indy started and seemed to come to life. Without saying a word he ran to the opposite edge of the hill, shielded his eyes from the sun and looked to the horizon. He then ran to another edge and repeated the process. "River to the west.. at about three o'clock.. never changes." Mutt and Marion watched on as he picked up a stick from the ground and frantically began writing what looked like calculations in the dirt. "Is he always like this?" Mutt asked his mum quietly. "Always." came the reply, "And in a few minutes time he'll come up with a ridiculously dangerous but efficient way to get out of here fast. Well be home for breakfast. Just wait and see." Light seemed to emanate from her eyes as she spoke. Her relationship status returning to hero worship after their previous argument.

"I've got it!" Indy cried out, "Easy." Mutt sighed in relief at the thought of a hot meal and even hotter shower. His mum looked over and smiled an 'I told you so smile. "So what's the plan?" Mutt asked.

"What?" Indiana asked, suddenly awoken from his crazed dream.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Mutt asked, he walked over and looked at the writing on the dirt. It seemed to be a mixture of numbers and foreign, ancient looking symbols. A picture of a river and the sun was drawn clearly beside the calculations "Is it the river again?" he sighed. His previous adventures on the river had left him weary of water. But if it was a quick route home.. "Some sort of short cut?"

"What?.... No." Indiana looked irritated again. "No, no, no. This is the calculations for finding the lost city. No wonder I never found it. I forgot to carry the 2. What an idiot."

Mutt and Marion looked at Indy with disbelief. "So.." Mutt sighed, "What exactly is the plan pops?"

"To get out of here?" Indiana replied, clearly annoyed at their lack of enthusiasm for his completed calculations, "I have absolutely no idea." He stopped for a second and looked around. "..by the way. Where's Oxley?"