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Future Travellers: Part II

1: Chapter One

November 13, 1955
07:00 AM PST

Marty McFly Sr had his feet on his hoverboard, as he was sleeping quietly. The last day had been a hard one for him – after all, he'd almost got killed by Biff, as well as having spend hours in Biff's garage, plus getting the sports almanac away from Tannen. He afterwards had, with help of his son, Marty Junior, and Jennifer made Biff crash into a manure truck once again, and burned down the sports almanac.

Only after they had discovered that Hill Valley 1985 had turned back to normal and the almanac was reduced to ashes, Doc Brown from 1985 had been hit by a bolt of lightning and zapped back to the Old West, where he had written a letter to Marty, Jennifer and MJ to explain everything about his current whereabouts… or better, whenabouts. Marty had then led the group to '55 Doctor Emmett Brown, who had fainted from shock upon seeing Marty reappearing again just a minute after '55 Marty had gone back to '85. The three teens had then brought him home in the Packard, and quickly they had all fallen asleep.

And that was where they were right now – in the same room of the mansion. Doc himself was lying on the couch with a blanket Marty had tucked from the bed he'd been sleeping in until the previous day, he was on one of the chairs, and Marty Jr and Jennifer had fallen asleep leaning on each other on a bench nearby. All together, it was quiet.

Until the moment the television started again. It had apparently been on all through the night, as Marty and the others had watched television before falling asleep, but there hadn't been any programmes for a long time. Now it was 7am, and the TV was starting, and there was a children's programme on it.

"Hey kids," a narrator was asking a few children, "what time is it?" Simultaneously, the kids replied: "Howdy-Doody time!" and began to sing. "It's Howdy-Doody time, it's Howdy-Doody time…" Marty Jr stirred by it, just in time to be greeted by a loud and shocked "Great Scott!" The song had woken up Doc. The inventor looked around the room wondering where he was, not noticing any Marty or Jennifer sitting on the chairs, and ran over to the television. "Ooh…Howdy-Doody time?" he asked himself when he putted the TV out and ran over to a tape recorder. He putted it on and started speaking to it, in his usual, wild and exciting way.

"Date: Sunday, November 13th 1955, 7:01 am." he yelled, not realising that he woke Marty Sr up with it, as he didn't even know the teenager was back in the room. "Last night's time travel experiment was apparently a complete success. Lightning struck the clock tower at precisely 10.04pm sending the necessary 1.21 gigawatt's into the time vehicle, which vanished in a brilliant flash of light leaving a pair of fire trails behind. I therefore assumed that Marty and the time vehicle were transported forward through time into the year 1985." Pausing a little, he added: "After that...after that...I can't recall what happened. I don't even remember how I got home! Perhaps the gigawatt discharge coupled with the temporal displacement field generated by the time vehicle caused a disruption of my own brain waves resulting in a condition of temporary amnesia." Pausing again, he added: "Indeed I now recall the moments after the time vehicle disappeared ... into the future ... I saw a vision of Marty saying, "I've come back from the future." Doc stared into the sky, obviously wondering what all of this meant. Shaking his head, he corrected: "Undoubtedly, this was some sort of…"

"Hey, Doc!" Marty Sr cut him off mid-sentence, and what happened then couldn't just be explained in a few words. Doc turned around, realised who it was, and completely freaked out. "Argh! Argh! Argh!" he yelled and stepped back, only to stumble right over Marty's 2015 hoverboard, and land on his piano which maked a sinister noise. Marty Sr then walked over to him.

"Doc, calm down, OK? Just calm down, it's me, it's Marty." he said, desperately. "Doc, when will you stop being so stubborn every time?" As expected, Doc shook his head, moving along the chords on the piano. "No! It can't be you I just send you back to the future!" Marty Sr sighed at how irrational he was.

"But I came back from the future, remember?" he insisted, hoping to get Doc to listen. "Last night you fainted… I brought you home." Still, Doc refused to listen to his young future friend. "This can't be happening!" he yelled. "You can't be here! It doesn't make sense! I don't believe you are here." And with those words the scientist ran into his bathroom and slammed the door shut. Realising that this was the only man who could help him get home, Marty walked over to the bathroom and spoke to Doc through the door.

"I am here, and it does make sense" he yelled, desperate to get Doc to listen to him. "I came back to 1955 with the you from 1985 and… a few other people to get a book back from Biff. So once we got the book back, you - that is the you from 1985 - were in the DeLorean when it got struck by lightning and you got sent back to 1885!" He sighed. "I guess Doc really doesn't want to listen to me. I suppose we'll have to go and repair the time machine all by ourselves. It may take a few weeks… maybe even months, but eventually, I will get Doc out of 1885!"

Doc, finally having listened, opened the door. "1885?" he called out. "It's a very interesting story, future boy, but there's one little thing that doesn't make sense. If the me of the future is now in the past, how could you possibly know about it?" Doc stared right into Marty's face as he said this.

Marty Sr looked up to his friend and got the seventy-year-old letter 1985 Doc had written out of his pocket. "You sent me a letter" he said and set it right in front of 1955 Doc's face, who stared amazed at it.

"A letter?" Doc repeated. "A letter for you? From… 1885?" He grabbed the note and inspected it carefully. "I suppose I'll have to read this, will I ever get you home." He chuckled slightly and was about to open it up when he looked down the room – and saw another Marty standing there, as well as a girl from about Marty's age who looked really pretty. "Great Scott!" he called out and quickly hid behind Marty Sr, sitting on his knees as the teen was much smaller than he was. "Now I must be seeing a ghost! There's two of you here, as well as a girl!"

"I know, I know Doc" Marty Sr said, calmly. "I know. Doc, may I introduce to you Jennifer Jane Parker, my girlfriend, and Marty McFly, Junior, my future son from the year 2015." He smiled as Doc's face turned pale.

"Two thousand fifteen!" the scientist called out in amazement. "Two thousand fifteen! That's sixty years into the future! Well, you're right, he is the spitting image of you, so I can imagine him being your son. But how did he come here?" Realising, he quickly added: "Oh no, don't tell me! No one should know too much about their own future. It causes nothing but disaster." He shook hands with first Jennifer, then with Marty Jr. "Well, Jennifer, Marty Junior, it's nice to meet you. I suppose that Jennifer is Marty Junior's mother?"

"Exactly" Marty Sr nodded, smiling. "And I'm his father… we end up getting married in the future. I suppose I'll have MJ – that's his nickname – in 1998, right?" Junior nodded. "I am very glad to actually have had the opportunity to meet my very own son thirteen years before he is born." Changing the subject, he added: "Anyway, shouldn't we read the letter now? I have to say that I'm desperate to know what your other self has written… I didn't read too much of it yesterday evening, before I went off to fetch you – that's the you from now."

"Right, right." Doc picked up a magnifying glass, as he started to read. "Dear Marty, Jennifer and Marty Jr," he read, "if my calculations are correct the three of you should receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean get struck by lightning. First, let me assure all of you that I'm alive and well. I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that hit the DeLorean caused a gigawatt overload which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor, and sent me back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately, the car will never fly again." Turning to the teenagers, Doc added: "It actually flew?"

"What do you mean Doc?" Marty Jr asked, quite confused. "All cars fly. Goldie Wilson III has a major hover-conversion shop to do it – there are few 2015 cars that aren't hover-converted. I haven't ridden much in a ground car in my life."

"Fascinating" Doc said, turning to Marty Jr. Continuing to read the letter, he added: "I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front while I attempted to repair the damage. Unfortunately, this proved impossible because suitable replacement parts will not be available until 1947. However, I have gotten quite adapt at shoeing horses and fixing wagons." Looking up, Doc said: "1885! Amazing. I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Old West."

"Pretty heavy, huh?" Marty Sr smirked.

"You could say that" Marty Jr commented, chuckling. Jennifer nodded, also chuckling. "The Doc as a blacksmith in the 1880s. I can hardly believe it."

Ignoring the commentary, Doc turned back to the letter and continued reading. "I have buried the DeLorean in the Del Gato mine adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully it will remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside, you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart" - that's me - "should have no problem repairing it so you can drive it back to the future. I want to remind you once again that you will have to bring Marty Junior home first, but I am firm believing that my 1955 self" – me again – " shouldn't have any problems making the time machine hold for two jumps. After you returned back to 1985, destroy the time machine. Do not - I repeat - do not attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide open spaces, and I fear that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the space-time continuum. Of course bringing Marty Jr home doesn't count by that."

"Now I want to remember you when to bring Marty Jr back to the future. The time we left 2015 was, if I remember correctly, either 7:28 or 7:29 PM. So we should, to make sure that the time circuits aren't still failing, take a precaution difference of half an hour and send the time vehicle back towards October 21, 2015, 8:00 PM. Marty, I know your curiousness but I must ask you to just drop Marty Junior off at his home in Hilldale and not try to find more information about the future. After that, return right towards Sunday, October 27th, 1985, at 11:00 AM. Then, dismantle the time machine forever."

"These are my wishes. Please respect them and follow them. And so, Marty, I now say farewell and wish you Godspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me and you made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship, and will think on you with fond memories, warm feelings and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, 'Doc' Emmett L. Brown, and his dog friend, Einstein. September 1st, 1885." Looking up, Doc added to himself, "I never knew I could write anything so touching. But who's Einstein?"

"Your '85 dog" Marty Sr answered. "And as for the letter – I know Doc, it's beautiful." From his words, one could sense that the teenager was really going to miss the inventor… and he wasn't the only one, because Copernicus immediately whined. Doc walked towards him.

"Oh, it's all right, Copernicus!" Doc said. "Everything's going to be fine." He turned to Marty, who was still sad. "I'm sorry, Doc, it's all my fault you're stuck back there. I never should've let Biff get to me, or letting him grab the almanac while on my way to burn it. I'm sorry."

"There are plenty worse places to be than the Old West" Doc said, optimistic. "I could've ended up in the Dark Ages. They probably would've burned me at the stake as a heretic or something. Let's look at the map, all of you. It says here the time vehicle is buried here in a side tunnel." Looking up firmly, he added: "We may have to blast."