Marty felt his head pounding. He could hardly think. When he tried opening his eyes, he didn't know if his vision had blanked or if it was dark. He heard footsteps approaching.

"Mom? Is that you?" he asked, hoping it had all been a dream.

"There now, just relax... you've been asleep for almost nine hours now." the voice said, and Marty felt a wet cloth being dabbed on his head. What happened?

"I had a... horrible nightmare. I dreamed I went back in time... it was terrible..." he said groggily. Whoever was tending to him just now sat down on the bed with him.

"Well... you're safe and sound now, back in good old 1955..." the voice said reassuringly, and Marty's eyes widened. Did he hear her correctly? The person turned on the light and Marty shot up instantly.

Marty couldn't believe his eyes. This girl was gorgeous. But then, realization hit him. This was his mother.

"You're my ma-... you'e my ma-..." Marty struggled on his words. He probably sounded like a bumbling idiot. The girl smiled at him endearingly.

"My name is Lorraine," she said, taking her jacket off. "Lorraine Baines." Marty just stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

"Yeah!" he squeaked. She was stunning. Truly a sight to behold. No WONDER his dad was so in love with her. Her hair was so curly and soft looking. And her curves... Marty swallowed. "But you're ho- you're ho- you're so..." he inhaled. "thin!" Lorraine seemed unfazed by his ramblings.

"Just relax, Calvin. You've got a big bruise on your head." Lorraine said softly. Marty lifted his hand and felt the sore spot on his forehead, exhaling heavily in disbelief. He started to get up, only to notice his pants were gone.

"Ah!" he hastily covered himself up with the blanket. Lorraine looked away shyly. "Where are my pants?" Marty asked in exasperation. Lorraine swallowed, turning in the direction of a rather large chest.

"Over there," she pointed out, pausing, "on my hope chest. I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin." Lorraine said softly. Marty was astonished. She had taken his pants off? Why...? He supposed jeans weren't really that comfortable to sleep in, but still. And she kept calling him Calvin.

"Calvin... why- why do you keep calling me Calvin?" he asked, laughing nervously. Lorraine looked at him, puzzled.

"Well that is your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein?" she reached over to him, pulling the blanket back rather boldly, much to Marty's surprise. "It's written all over your underwea-"

"AH!" Marty pulled the cover back over himself. So she had been looking at his underwear close enough to have read "Calvin Klein" written on them? Not such an innocent girl, after all. Why else would she have been looking there?

"Well, I guess they call you Cal..." Lorraine said softly, backing away a bit.

"No actually... people... call me Marty." Marty finished. he still couldn't believe his eyes. She was so pretty! He laughed nervously. Lorraine was silent for a moment.

"Oh... nice to meet you Calvin," she said, as she got up and sat back down next to him. "Marty..." she corrected herself and stared at his big blue eyes. "Klein..."

Marty's head was racing. was this real? He stared back at her, not sure what to say. What COULD he say? She's pretty...

Lorraine broke the silence. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked adamantly. Marty felt his heart rate increasing more than it already had. In such close proximity... he felt insane.

"No, fine! No, good, fine, fine, good!" Marty added on, backing away slowly. He sounded like a sitcom character. Lorraine smiled at him, outstretching her arms to caress his face.

"That's a, big bruise you've got there..." Lorraine attempted to touch him, and Marty just backed away more, still astonished. Unfortunately, he fell off the bed.

"Ah, ah!" Marty fell onto the floor with a loud thud. What a fool he had made of himself. Lorraine looked at him in alarm.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. Marty stood up and held the blanket protectively around his waist, regaining his composure. "Are you alright?" she asked in concern. Marty sat back down on the bed, and both were quiet. The whole house seemed quiet... too quiet. "Um..." Lorraine started, but Marty interrupted her.

"Uhh... is anybody else home?" he asked. Lorraine shook her head.

"No... my parents went out to do some last minute shopping." Lorraine informed him. Marty felt his heart in his throat. He swallowed.

"Well, uhh, do they know I'm here?" he asked. Lorraine looked a bit nervous, like she had been caught doing somethings he wasn't supposed to.

"Yeah. You are hurt, after all." she reasoned. Marty sighed. He needed to get out of here. He needed to find Doc. Anything to get back home.

"I'm fine, now." Marty told her. He didn't want to straight up ask to leave, since she WAS all alone, but he didn't know what to do.

"I think you should lie back down. You did get pretty hurt." Lorraine argued. Marty didn't move from his spot. Lorraine reached over and rubbed his forehead, making him flinch. "Does that hurt?" she asked.

"A little..." he said softly. Lorraine huffed and grabbed the cloth.

"I'll go put some hot water on this... you stay here, okay?" Lorraine said sweetly.

"...Okay." Marty hesitated. Lorraine smiled and left the room. Marty sighed. He could at least wait for her parents to come back home. A few minutes later, Lorraine returned with the warm damp cloth.

"Here, put this on your forehead, it'll make you feel better." she insisted. Marty grabbed the cloth and placed it on his bruise.

"What did your parents go to get, anyways?" he asked. Lorraine smiled nervously.

"well, they went to go get a medical kit. We kind of ran out of home medical supplies and needed to get more. But it looks like you're feeling better now!" Lorraine said joyfully. Just then, the sound of a key turning a door knob and opening a door could be heard downstairs. Lorraine shot up in alarm It's my parents!" she said, grabbing Marty's pants. She tossed them at him. "Quick, put your pants back on!" she whispered and rushed downstairs. Marty quickly put his pants back on.

Lorraine greeted her parents. Her dad was holding a paper bag. "Hi, daddy!" she said sweetly. Her dad huffed at her.

"Here's the med stuff." he handed her the bag.

"Oh, but he's up now! He's okay!" Lorraine said happily. Her dad looked a bit annoyed.

"You mean we went out to go get that stuff for no reason?" he grumbled. Lorraine rolled her eyes.

"Well, we needed it anyways." her dad shrugged and went into the living room. Lorraine mother greeted her, smiling.

"Hey sweetie! we're going to have dinner soon." Lorraine smiled sweetly at her mother. Marty came down the stairs, attracting her attention. "So, you're awake." Lorraine's mother chirped. She dusted Marty off in a motherly way.

"Uhh, yeah." he said, not sure what else to say.

"Why don't you come have dinner with us, sweetie?" Lorraine's mother asked. Her father yelled from the other room.

"He's up? About damn time." Marty didn't know what to say. Lorraine grabbed onto Marty's arm excitedly.

"well?" she asked, and Marty pulled away.

"Um, I wouldn't want to impose or-" he started, but Lorraine's mom interrupted him.

"Oh, nonsense! C'mon, come take a seat dinner will be ready in a few minutes. It's the least we can do." she insisted. She was just too nice. How could he say no?

"Well, alright." he agreed.

"Alright, just let me get dinner started, then. Lorraine, can you help me with the food?" her mother asked sweetly, and Lorraine nodded, a bit upset as she wanted to spend more time with Marty.

After about ten minutes or so, Lorraine and her mother walked out with plenty of food and set it on the table, placing silverware and napkins there shortly after. Lorraine smiled at Marty as she sat down next to him. She leaned in at him a bit.

"I made yours extra-special," she whispered, and she giggled lightly at him. Marty just smiled nervously at her.

"Thanks..." he said, not sure what to say.

"Honey, please stop messing with that thing and get in here and eat with the family!" Lorraine's mother chided, and her father walked in with the TV shortly after.

"Now we can watch Jackie Gleason while we eat!" he exclaimed as he ran to his seat. Lorraine paid no attention to the TV and instead stared dreamily at Marty. He avoided her gaze, and watched the TV instead.

"Our first television set. Dad just picked it up today." Lorraine said. She paused. "Do you have a television?" she asked.

Marty gave a look as if she thought he were dumb. "Yeah, you know we have... two of em'."

"WOW!" Lorraine's little brother exclaimed, "You must be rich!"

"Oh, honey, he's teasing you, nobody has two television sets." Lorraine's mom told her son.

Marty turned his attention towards the TV. He remembered seeing this episode on TV.

"Hey, hey-hey I've seen this one, I've seen this one, this is a classic this is uh, where Ralph dresses up as a man from space!" he smiled knowingly.

"What do you mean you've seen this? It's brand new." Lorraine's little brother said questioningly.

Marty began to explain. "Yeah well I saw it on a-" he paused a bit and lowered his tone. "rerun..."

"What's a rerun?" Lorraine's little brother asked.

"You'll find out." Marty answered nervously realizing he shouldn't have said that.

"You know, you look so familiar to me, do I know your mother?" Lorraine's mom asked. Marty squinted and turned towards Lorraine.

"Yeah, I think maybe you do." he said knowingly.

"Well then, I wanna give her a call, I don't want her to worry about you." Lorraine's mother said caringly. Marty instantly turned nervous.

"You can't- uh, that is, uh, nobody... nobody's home."

"Oh." Lorraine's mom said, a bit disappointed.

"Yeah." Marty said.

"Oh." Lorraine's mom said again. Marty looked at Lorraine and breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly he remembered that he needed to find Doc. He pulled a small piece of paper out of his vest.

"Uh, mother? Uh, with Marty's parents out of town, don't you think he oughta spend... the night?" Lorraine asked innocently. "Because after all dad almost killed him with his car." Marty shook his head. He couldn't stay the night. He needed to find Doc as soon as possible.

"I don't know Marty. I think maybe you should spend the night. I think you're our responsibility." Lorraine's mother chided.

Marty became nervous again. "Aw gee I don't know..." Marty said nervously.

"And he can sleep in my room..." Lorraine said dreamily as she squeezed Marty's leg. Chills went up his spine and he felt his face heating up again. He didn't move from his seat however, and instead looked at Lorraine and gave her an uncomfortable look. She smiled.

"I really gotta get to my Uncle's..." Marty said uneasily. He pulled out the piece of paper with Doc's address on it. "See? Here's his address... I don't know how to get there." Why he would need proof was beyond him, but he thought maybe they wouldn't believe him.

"You're really going to bother him this late? And it's so dark. It might be dangerous. Please, Marty? I can take you there tomorrow." Lorraine pleaded. Marty looked into her eyes.

"Fine..." he said reluctantly. Lorraine squealed with joy. "Where should I sleep?" he asked, apparently forgetting that Lorraine wanted him to sleep in her room. He wasn't sure he wanted to do that anyways...

"In my room, on the spare bed." Lorraine answered. "Is that alright mother?" Lorraine asked innocently. Her mom hesitated.

"I suppose." she said. Lorraine's father didn't look very happy, but he didn't object.

They all finished the dinner and everyone promptly went to bed. Marty and Lorraine couldn't sleep, though...