It had nearly been a week since Doc Brown's return from 1985 to 1885. Doc was happy to finally have some downtime with his family, but was sad when he realized that he'd never see his good friend Marty McFly. Clara suggested to get rid of the time machine, but Doc knew he should, but just couldn't. He missed 1985, but he knew it was best, especially if anyone else found out about his invention. It had created enough trouble for a lifetime. He breathed a deep sigh, and slowly made his way to his lab.

Jules and Verne had been outside playing . However, they had been causing trouble, and were being chased by a few angry cowboys.

"Dad's gonna kill us." Verne said to his brother, while running away.

"Not unless they kill us first." Jules stated.

"What should we do?" Verne questioned.

"I have an idea. We can go back." Jules said with a grin.

"Wait. You don't mean... back, as in back in TIME?" Verne asked startled. Their father had warned them not to mess with time, for actions have consequences. He said not to go into his lab, unless they had permission.

"Of course. We can warn ourselves not to mess with these guys." Jules said, still smiling.

"But you know what dad says, going back in time is bad enough. Let alone see yourself. That can lead into a paradox." Verne said warningly. Suddenly, a ray of bullets barely missed both of their heads. However, Jules did not seem to hear his warning, or simply ignored it. He rushed into his father's lab.

"Jules! Stop!" Verne yelled. Verne ran into the lab, finding his brother already half way into the Delorean. All of a sudden, Verne heard some yelling outside the door.

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know!"

"Look! In there!"

Shouting and yelling brought up Doc's attention. He was hit with a sudden fear. Was his family alright? He burst into his lab, only to find the Delorean missing. Suddenly, he saw the door opened where the time machine escaped. The only person left was his son Verne. He layed on the floor. Doc bent down to see if his son was alright. He was just unconscious. Thank God. Though Doc. Now, where's Jules? Or when's Jules?