"It seems the dead hold no compassion for the dead, a miscalculation" Martin thought as loud as he could without actually speaking the words. If they could hear him, they weren't going to help him. "This story has been educational, but I don't find the ending fitting. It shouldn't come before the middle. So for now I'll be choosing door number three!" Martin dramatically pointed back at the engine. Nothing happened there. But martin started to whisper as he swayed side to side,
[i]"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."[/i]
The minds returned to buzzing, of course they'd try to find this reference as well. But his one would be harder to understand.
Something told him they wouldn't shoot before they made the link. He'd have at least 1.2 seconds to JUMP!
Martin leapt for one of the floating creatures and swung forward drawing it out of balance. Their combined weight started to pull the thing down and they quickly lost altitude. 
[i]"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!"[/i]
Martin quickly flung himself forwards away from the flying deathtrap towards the sloped roof of the church.
With high speed he rode down the roof on his heelys before jumping for a lower building.
[i]"Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"[/i]
He bounded of the roof into the ceiling window of the next building. Shards of broken glass flew everywhere but broke his fall a little more.
He disappeared into the house, it was children bedroom, the room was full of clutter and broken glass, on the bed sat a child, staring at Martin wide eyed.
[b]"Do not speak of this day to any mortal my child."[/b] Martin said dramatically while turning to him, the burned gashes where his eyes used to be made an impression the child wouldn't soon forget. [b]"You are the chosen child."[/b] Martin finished with a smile before running off into the hall, down the stairs and trough the kitchen door into a back alley. There he took a breath. He really could have used that distraction.