Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.
October 25, 19856:00 AM PST
Lone Pine Timeline
"Hey, honey," Lorraine McFly called out, as she gently shook her husband. "It's time to wake up! You don't want to be late for work today. Tomorrow will be the very big day. Your novel will be released to book stores everywhere. Aren't you excited?"
Lorraine always was a huge morning person - and, even after nearly thirty years of that fateful evening that he fell in love with George, she still just loved her husband dearly. He sure had so much confidence, it was quite hard to believe that he wasn't always that way. Back in high school, George was always being bullied by others.
"I certainly am," George replied, as he stretched his arms. "It sure is hard to believe it's taken me over thirty years to realize the vision of my dream. It sure is worth the payoff, though. It'll be even greater if your brother, Joey, makes parole today."
"I sure hope so, too," Lorraine replied, sighing deeply. "I rather wish all of our kids can care more about my brother. Linda and I have always been very close, and I hurts me quite deeply to hear her comment about how it's real embarrassing to have an uncle in prison. I mean, it's just very similar to how Marty really cares about Doc Brown."
"I would just try not to take it so personally, honey," George replied, gently. 'Besides, I'm sure they would feel rather differently, if they actually knew him. I do have to say that I feel terribly sorry for him. Just do your best to enjoy the day, sweetheart!"
"You know," Lorraine said, quietly, "I am concerned about Marty. I mean, I'm worried about his future. It just appears that he doesn't take school seriously enough. I hate to agree with Mr. Steve Strickland, but we have to admit that he does have a point."
George was silent for a minute, before he replied, "I see what you mean. Strickland was never too fond of me, either - but, yeah, I guess he has a point. Our son does have a tendency to be tardy for his classes, which could become a real problem."
"We both know how Marty has his heart set on being a famous rock star," Lorraine added, "but he also has to keep in mind there's the possibility that he might end up never being discovered. We have to find a gentle way to bring this up with him. At least, he does have ambitions - but he also needs to remain grounded in reality."
"Tonight really might not be a good time, though," George pointed out. "I mean, he has dance auditions after school. Then there's also the party that we plan to throw for your brother, if he makes parole. Maybe we could discuss it on Sunday."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Lorraine replied. "Tomorrow would the day that he and Jennifer takes the trip to the lake. Some of my colleagues were rather horrified that I'd let my son do that, but I do remember how I felt back back when I was his age."
"I suppose you and I really are just like a couple of teenagers," George replied, as he leaned over to tickle Lorraine a little. "I'm still not entirely sure why Darth Vader really wanted me to ask you to the dance, but I'm so glad that he was very persistent."
"I think threatening to melt your brain was quite over the top," Lorraine was quick to comment, "but I suppose it did, ultimately, work out in your favour. Come to think of it, I wonder if the same alien also visited George Lucas. That would sure explain why the villian of Star Wars happens to have the same name as the one who visited me."
"I did consider the possibility before," George replied, softly. "It's also real interesting that Vulcan is a rather prominent planet used in the Star Trek series. At any rate, the Darth Vader who came to visit me really did help to inspire me with writing my novel."
"I guess we'll never know," Lorraine replied, softly. "Anyway, honey, I'll go make you some French toast. I sure am looking forward to this brunch we've been planning this Sunday. It's a shame Marty won't be there to join us. It is rather hard to believe that our son is growing up. It really seems like just yesterday that I gave birth to him."
"I know what you mean," George agreed, as he followed Lorraine into the kitchen. "It just rather amazing just how fast time tends to fly. I mean, he's almost an adult - and Dave is planning on moving into his new apartment. Linda will probably be next."
"Yeah, this empty nest syndrome is rather almost settling in," Lorraine commented, as he peaked into Marty's bedroom. "It looks like our son's left already, so he could be at school on time today. I rather hope so, anyway. I mean, we really don't wish to come down hard on him - but, as a mother, it really is my job and duty to be concerned."
"Just try to relax, honey," George suggested. "We could even make a cake together, for the celebration of your brother making parole. I mean, he wasn't such a bad kid. I think the justice system is being a little too hard on him. This will be such a nice day!"
"Yeah, you're very right," Lorraine replied. "You're only working half a day today? We could eat out at Francesca's Italian Diner for lunch? Then we can start working on the cake. I know I worry about Marty a lot, but it's just my duty as a mother to do so."
"I understand," George said, as he threw his arms around his wife. "Tomorrow, we'll have Biff come over to wax our car - as well as Marty's new truck. It just feels good being able to have the upper hand. I sure tend to have these recurring nightmares, though, that Biff is my superviser - and he's still bullying me into write his reports."
"Aw, you're still having those dreams?" Lorraine asked, softly. "We'll really have to try relaxation techniques, before going to bed at night. I can imagine it's real bothersome to you. You know, I sometimes think Calvin Klein was an angel sent from heaven."
"Yeah, or he could be an alien from the planet Vulcan," George suggested. "I'm sure he wasn't Darth Vader himself, but I can just remember how he was disappearing at the dance. It was just so frightening to think I could've made the boy fade away."
"I do remember how he started playing rather erratically," Lorraine commented. "Are you sure he was fading away, though? I'm not sure why his very existence would be so dependent on the two of us falling in love. I mean, what makes us so important?"
"I have no idea," George replied, as he was preparing to make some coffee. "I don't worry too much about it, though. It was just thanks to him that we actually do have such a wonderful marriage. I know it rather does sound a little silly, but I almost feel as though the lightning bolt striking the clock tower carries some significance to it."
"I'm sure it was simply a rather amazing coincidence," Lorraine replied. Just then, the telephone rang, causing George to nearly spill the coffee grounds. "I'll get it," replied Lorraine, as she answered the phone. "Hello, McFly residence! Yeah, he's right here. Okay, I'll be sure to let him know that. Yeah, you have a good day, too. Good bye!"
"Who was that?" George asked, rather nervously. He was really hoping that his good friend from his youth, Billy Stockhausen, was still planning on bringing his family to Hill Valley for a visit Thanksgiving. "What did he want? Was it one of my old friends?"
"No, it was your boss from work," Lorraine explained. "He really wanted you to work your regular shift, because a co-worker just called in sick. I quite figured you'd do it, as you mentioned you might get a promotion next week. Was that okay with you?"
"I suppose it's fine," George replied, sighing. "I admit I feel a little disappointed about not having the whole afternoon off, as I hoped - but that's because I wanted to help you prepare for your brother's parole. I enjoy my job, though - so it's not too bad."
"Don't worry about it, honey," Lorraine said, just as she threw her arms around her husband. "You have a good day at work, and I'm sure my brother won't quite mind. Man, it's just hard to believe it's been ten years already. I asked Ellen to come over and join us, and it turns out that she and her husband have a meeting to attend."
"I remember how the two were very close," George commented, "and our kids were still very young back then. Wouldn't it be nice, Lorraine, if we could go back in time? We could maybe then go back and prevent your brother from making that mistake."
"Well, my brother could be rather stubborn," Lorraine replied. "I still remember how, as a little baby, he never really wished to leave his playpen. Then, as he was a little older, he would often just sit in his room and eat only bread and drink only water."
"He was one strange little kid," George said, smiling fondly. "I quite have a feeling this is going to be one very special weekend. All of this is because of Biff Tannen - and, of course, Calvin Klein. I never thought I'd come to grow very fond of the one who used to always bully me in high school, but I always was a very forgiving type of person."
"I know what you mean, George," Lorraine replied, as she pulled out a chair. "Just try to relax, and I'll start making some French toast for you. I'll could pour you a big glass of orange juice, as well. It's be so nice for the two of us to have breakfast together."
As George sat down, he began to think of what all he quite went through within the past thirty years. He had fond memories of his college years, where he managed to makea lot of friends - and where almost nobody knew about his years of insecurity.