Giving a small sigh, Billy pushed himself to his feet again and they were off.
Billy had to wonder, given the size of India, and the number of people who likely new english, why their luck was so bad that not one of them was ever in the same place as they were. The first phone they had found was cut, cord hanging limp, and the vague gestures they had been able to interpret had them trudging along the street, until suddenly a noise drew their attention.
It was the whistle of a train.
The train would surely have a phone, or food, or take them to a place with a phone or food...and where people didn't have guns, and they had immediately set course for the station, stowing away along with countless others, unable to pay or barter for a ticket.