"And what makes you think we have to obey that order?" said Elaine. "There's two of us, and only one of you."
This was all getting too much for Wally. He was uneasy at being set against Guybrush by Elaine, and this situation was getting worse. Guybrush was looking like he might shoot Elaine at any moment. He wasn't a vicious space pirate, but he seemed to have forgotten it for the moment.
It took him a lot of courage, but Wally found his voice and spoke up. "Maybe we should wait until we've landed on this planet. We should at least see if we can refuel ourselves."
Elaine and Guybrush glared at each other. Elaine was the first to break the stare. "Okay," she said, turning to Wally, "you're right. We'll postpone the decision until after we leave the planet."
"As far as I'm concerned, the decision's already been made," said Guybrush.
"We'll see about that," said Elaine. She stood and looked toward the door. "Wally, you said you had some clothes I could use?"
"Uh, sure!" said Wally, relieved now that they'd backed down from the confrontation. "In my bedroom..." He rushed out of the room, followed more sedately by Elaine.
Guybrush stayed seating, motionless, as if posing for a statue named The Brooder. So Elaine couldn't be trusted. Did she still have her blaster? Guybrush couldn't remember. How many weapons were there on board, anyway? He would have to check.
Then a new thought entered his head. Had he been unreasonable? At the peak of their argument, Guybrush had been within seconds of shooting Elaine, he was sure. If she'd stepped into the doorway, she'd be dead by now. That wasn't an overreaction, was it? Was it? It occurred to Guybrush that he'd never done anything remotely like it before. Against Upchuck, maybe.
And at least Elaine was thinking, trying to solve their predicament. What plan did he have? None, basically. Nothing he could tell the others. All he had was a vague intuition, an idea that the portal stones could be controlled, if you had the right knowledge and used the right technique. But what technique? What knowledge? How could they learn this? The portal stones had resisted all attempts at analysis.
Lost in thought, it was a long time before Guybrush looked up. The wall-mounted clock read 9:30. Two hours had passed.
He realised Elaine and Wally hadn't reappeared. Were they still in Wally's bedroom? What were they doing?
Guybrush shook his head, stood up, and climbed up to the third level. Wally's door was shut, but he could hear movement behind it. So they were still in there. Were they... No. He didn't want to know.
Guybrush walked resolutely past, entered his bedroom, and slipped into a shallow, unsatisfying sleep.