The local Morlocks, the ones who experienced the fire, now see me as some kind of terrifying fire demon about to destroy their world!
Now when I light a match they no longer back away, but sacrifice themselves by throwing themselves at me, to stop me at any cost! I swing my weapon but they are holding into it! I fight and kick, and injure one of them. And they treat me exactly the same way humans treat an animal that is a danger to its owners. I feel them tie my feet, then I feel a blade in my back. I feel the pain and the blood run down. It's going to be over so quickly. I came all this way into the future, just to die in museum. Goodbye world! I'm sorry, Weena!