The carriage rattles monotonously, and the old man dozes off again. Suddenly, a buzzing sound comes from under his coat, it lasts for a while, and then stops. After a short while, it starts buzzing again.
"Marty, that's not..."
"Yes, it is. It's a cell phone."
Marty nudges the old man's side.
"Why didn't you say you had a cell phone? We could have called the tow truck!"
"Did you ask?"
"Why would I ask? Who would have thought..."