Marty McFly was rather depressed. It had been two weeks since Doc Brown had paid him that brief visit in the flying train time machine. Then he and Clara, and Jules and Verne had blasted off into who knows when.
Oh sure, the long weekend with Jennifer had been fantastic, and it had certainly helped take his mind off the fact that his best friend was gone, possibly for good. But at this point he had spent two whole weeks thinking about the fact that the Doc was no longer here, and his depression knew no bounds. The only reason he wasn't in bed right now on this glorious Sunday was because his mother had forced him to go to the drug store to pick up her allergy meds.
Currently he was taking a short-cut through an ally. He paused for a moment to get a closer look at what he thought might be a dollar bill beneath some trash.
As he was reaching for it, he froze when he heard the weirdest noise coming from behind him.
Marty spun around to look, and proceeded to slip on the wet trash, falling right in the middle of the pile with a loud splat.
Dazedly, he stared as a large blue police call box materialized right in front of his eyes.
Hope surged in his heart. Was it the Doc coming back for him in some strange new time vehicle?
A moment later, the door opened, and Marty held his breath.
Out stepped a man who was clearly not the Doc. Tall and thin, perhaps in his mid thirties, this man was dressed in a pinstripe suit, with a tie and some ratty looking Converse sneakers.
A moment later he was followed by a mocha skinned beauty wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt.
"This doesn't look like medieval Norway Doctor," the woman said nonchalantly.
"No it doesn't Martha," the Doctor said as he glanced down at Marty.
"Excuse me young man," the Doctor addressed Marty. "What year is it?"
Marty, who had been staring astonished at the craziness that had just materialized in front of him, suddenly went wide eyed and sprung to his feet. "Do you mean to tell me that that's a time machine?" Maybe if the Doc wasn't going to come back to 1985, he could go after the Doc! Marty thought excitedly.
The Doctor, expecting to hear an answer, was caught off guard by the question. "Huh?' he uttered. He looked behind him at the TARDIS as is to confirm what Marty was talking about before he said, "Yes actually, among other things."
Now Marty was really excited. "I need to use it!" he practically shouted. When he saw the puzzled looks of the two people standing in front of him, he blushed a little. "Umm, that is, I was wondering if I could borrow it, or uh, have you take me somewhere."
The Doctor stared at this young man babbling in front of him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had asked to use his TARDIS. He actually found the situation quite amusing.
"Where would you want to go?" the Doctor inquired curiously.
"Well you see, my friend invented a time machine and…" the Doctor cut him off before Marty had a chance to finish his sentence.
"What?" the Doctor exclaimed. "Your friend invented a time machine?" "That's right," Marty continued. "And he left…"
The Doctor cut Marty off again. "And this is the twentieth century isn't it?" he asked looking around.
"Yes," Marty replied somewhat nervously. He wasn't expecting to be interrogated like this.
The Doctor glanced at Martha. "You're from this time Martha. Do you know anything about a time machine being invented?"
"No," she replied.
"Me either," the Doctor agreed. "Even in the 51st century time travel is tightly controlled and limited. That someone could have invented a time machine in…" he paused and sniffed the air, "the nineteen eighties sounds impossible. What's your friends' name?" he asked Marty.
"Uh, Doc Brown," Marty stammered. "Doctor Emmet Brown."
The Doctor glance at Martha who merely shrugged.
"I've never heard of a Doctor Emmet Brown. Is he human?"
"Of course he's human!" Marty shouted getting frustrated with this whole situation and taking offense to that question.
The Doctor stood silently in thought for a moment. "Well now I'm intrigued," he finally said. "I'd like to meet him."
"Well that's just it," Marty sighed despondently. "He traveled in time and I have no way of getting in contact with him."
"Do you know when he went?" The Doctor asked.
"No," Marty replied glumly.
A broad smile suddenly crossed the Doctor's face. "Do you want to go find him?"
A smile appeared on Marty's face to match the Doctor's. "Do I ever!" he exclaimed.
"Well, Mister…" the Doctor trailed off.
"McFly, Marty McFly, and please call me Marty."
"Well Marty, I'm the Doctor, and this is Martha. Let's go find your friend shall we?"