Oh shit. "Perfect," Marty grumbles. "And I'm guessing you really can't tell us anything else without the computers." He wishes it was possible to physically kick this virus. As it is, he settles for balling his fists up briefly. "Thanks anyway -- come on, we'd better tell the others," he says to Chloe.

"What's the report?" Doc asks as the two of them make their way back.

"Jet never showed up," Marty says. "Lady at the front can't even tell us when it was supposed to be here, thanks to the computers being down."

"Oh, wonderful," Alice replies, looking like she wants to hit something now.