The fleeing group hurry up the steps to the nearest monorail stop, Mike dragging the vision-impaired explorer. Once on the platform, all three look up and down the track. There's no sign of a train.

They exchange worried looks and glance up at the timetable and then the big clock on the nearby wall.

His sight nearly fully restored, Indy sighs. "It's late. The bloody escape train is late, wouldn't you know it? Some things never change."