"I don't feel right about before."

 "No sense feeling anything - we did what we had to." 

"Still, it's a dirty bit of business... and how do we explain it to headquarters?" 

"Do you really think we will see headquarters again? Headquarters is a million light years away!"

"OK, ok... let's pack up and find shelter. All I see is dirt... dirt and rubble." 

"Come on, then... follow me up this rise... uh oh" 

"What do you mean, 'uh oh?'" 

"Look... over there ... poking above that far dune." 

 "What's that?" 

"The top of a telephone pole." 

"Uh oh."