Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.
September 8, 1986
4:00 PM PDT
Eight-year-old Jules Brown was so excited. As a treat for getting a 100 percent on his "back to school" quiz, his father said he could visit any year he wanted. It was such a very hard choice for him, as there were many eras he wanted to visit. He did have to stay within Hill Valley, though. He then realized the year that he wished to visit.
"So, Jules," Marty McFly asked, smiling, "Have you made up your mind, yet? Did you figure out which year you would like to visit? Just remember that it has to be here."
"Right, I understand," Jules replied. "I was thinking that I would really like to see the year 1946? It would be so interesting to see what Hill Valley was like, after the war."
"1946?" Marty asked, stunned. "Why do you want to see 1946? I mean, I really don't understand what's so special about that year? The '40s is not my favourite decade to get nostalgic over. Wouldn't you rather visit the '60s or the '70s? I really believe that the culture of those decades was a lot more exciting. So, Jules, why 1946?"
"Well, 1946 was the first year my dad had taught third grade," Jules replied. "I find it fascinating that he actually used to be a teacher, much like my mom used to be. The year was also when my dad received a doctorate in physics. I would like to see what the overall culture of that time period was like, as well. It could be fun."
"So are you sure about that?" Marty asked. "We could go there is you really wanted to. There was no rock and roll back in the era. The music from that era was all stuff like jazz, blues, swing, and jitterbug. A lot of that music might just bore you."
"That's okay," Jules said, smiling. "I like music of that era, too. We could even stop by a movie theatre, and see what that was like. Please, Marty? I want to go there!"
"All right," Marty said, sighing, "if you are very sure this is what you want. The thing is, I have already seen your dad in the years 1925 and 1938. He may recognize me from those years. Then, of course, he will also see me in 1955 - which is the past to me. We need to think of some really good aliases for us to use."
"You mean a name to identify ourselves with?" Jules asked. "I really would like to be Michael Jackson, then. He is my absolute favourite pop singer, after all."
"Well, I really enjoy Michael Jackson, too," Marty replied, "but I am afraid that is not a very good idea. After all, Jackson is an ethnic last name. How would you like to be Rick Springfield? I think that would be such a nice name for you."
"I have an idea!" Jules exclaimed. "I'll be Jimmy Page! He's my favourite guitarist of my favourite rock band, Led Zeppelin. So, Marty, can I be Jimmy Page?"
"Hey, that's a good idea!" Marty said, approvingly. "Maybe I'll be Robert Plant, then. You know, I kinda wish I thought of using Jimmy Page first - but, then again, Robert Plant is a really good name, too - for a really great vocalist."
"This sounds like a really awesome idea," Jules replied, smiling. "What are we going to say to Dad, as soon as we see him? It will seem so funny to call him Dr. Brown."
"Yeah, I know that feeling," Marty replied, with a small smile. "During the week that I needed to get my parents together, I was slipping up on what to call them. Jules, it is important to remember that your father does not know about time travel in 1946."
"Right, I understand," Jules said, nodding. "I really don't want to risk creating a time paradox. I know that, if it wasn't for time travel, then I never would've been born."
"The situation with you and Verne is unique," Marty commented. "Of course, there is another baby on the way. Are you excited about having a new brother or sister?"
"Yeah, I am," Jules replied. "So going to the year 1946 is okay with you, then?"
"Yeah, I guess," Marty replied. Suddenly, he gasped, "I just realized something! This was the year that my father was in the third grade. He was in your father's class! My mom's family hadn't moved to Hill Valley yet. I guess I would like to visit that year."
"All right, then!" Jules shouted, as he was jumping up and down. "Let's go, Marty!"
"Well, we need to dress up in some era-appropriate clothes first," Marty replied. "We need to check and see what Doc has in his chest. We will need to make sure to have the proper currency for the era, too. It is very important that we come prepared."
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"So the two of you want to visit the year 1946?" Doc asked, a little stunned. "I guess I won't stop you from seeing me, if that's what you really wish to do. How about I go back to 1946 with you, and I'll go send a message to my other self?"
"Then we could stay with you?" Marty asked, excitedly. "I understand that you didn't know about time travel back then. I guess Jules and I will have to be very careful."
"Precisely," Doc replied. Turning to Jules, he said, "You be sure that you mind Marty, and that you do whatever he tells you to do. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Dad," Jules replied, nodding. "I'll do whatever it is that Marty wants me to do."
"Good boy," Doc said, smiling. Turning to Marty, he added, "You see to it that Jules is in bed by nine o'clock. I'll let my other self know that, as well. What aliases have you two decided on? You two should pick something that will be easy to remember."
"Oh, I'm going to be Robert Plant," Marty explained, "and Jules will be Jimmy Page."
"All right, then," Doc said, smiling. "Let's find some clothes for the two of you to wear back to 1946, and I will get both of you all packed up for the entire week. If anything happens to either of you, it is important that you go back to 1986 right away."
"Right, Doc," Marty said, smiling. "I guess 1946 was one really big year for you. It'll be nice to see you in that year. Do you think you might remember me from 1938?"
"Maybe so," Doc replied. "I will just send him a letter from Michael Lewis, which was the alias you used when you visited me in the year 1938 - and I'm very positive my younger self will more be more than happy to take you guys in."
"Well, you're the doc, Doc," Marty replied. "I suppose we could eat out at Lou's Cafe for supper tonight, and that should give you enough time to bring the letter over."
"I'll just drop you two off at four o'clock on this date in 1946," Doc explained. "Then I will head back in time by two days and then go drop this letter into my younger self's mailbox. That way, my younger self will already be expecting you."
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"Are you excited about this, Marty?" Jules asked, as Doc was driving the station wagon to Hill Valley Park. "Dad, these suitcases might be rather heavy for us to carry. Are you sure you couldn't just drop us off right in front of Lou's Cafe?"
"There are only two suitcases," Doc pointed out. "I'm sure Marty can carry both. We really cannot risk letting other people see us in such a futuristic car."
"It's okay, Jules," Marty added, "I can handle it. I may be short, but I can carry them to Doc's mansion. So, Doc, you have been living by yourself during that year."
"Yeah," Doc replied. "My parents both died of cancer in the early forties. You know, I really miss that mansion. I have so many rather fond memories of that place. I can't even began to tell you just how sad I felt, when the mansion burnt down."
"I will look so forward to seeing your mansion," Jules said, excitedly. "Do you think you may ever visit your mansion again. I can really imagine how you feel."
"I'm afraid not," Doc said, sadly. "If I let my younger self see me, we could have a few major problems. I might have had the idea of time travel for thirty years, but I wasn't exactly experienced in that field. Even when I saw you in 1968, I was a little uneasy about the fact that I was faced with four bona fide time travellers."
"I guess spending almost nine years in the Old West gave you a lot of experience," Marty commented. "I can remember how, in 1955, you really wanted me to stay at your mansion for a whole week - then I had to get my parents together."
"I guess I really have gone a long ways," Doc said, smiling. "Marty and Jules, brace yourselves for temporal displacement."
Marty took in a deep breath, as Doc accelerated the station wagon to 88 miles per hour.
