March 14, 2007
1:00 PM PST

"We'll drive over to the Courthouse Square," commented Doc, after the station wagon broke the time barrier, "and you can grab a bite to eat at the cafe. We really are in an era that has flying cars, so nobody will suspect anything about our station wagon."

"Well, as long as nobody looks inside," Marty replied, real nervously, "I'm sure we'll be quite fine. We'll sure have to be careful or not discuss time travel stuff in public - and, seeing as we didn't use the DeLorean this time, Biff is less likely to suspect anything."

"It would quite be best for us to not be seen together," explained Doc. "I'm going to head over to the OfficeMAX, and you can just head over to Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe. In about two hours, you and I meet in front of the cafe. Remember not to look up your future. I really hope I can trust you to remember that, Marty!"

"You sure can count on me, Doc," Marty assured Doc, smiling. As he look around, he added, "Y'know, this does look much like 2015. I'm quite sure that a few things are a little less advanced, compared to 2015. Still, by 1980s standards, they sure are..."

"Why do you think I wanted to come here?" Doc asked, laughing. "Well, I had to pick up some stuff that I could use for a science experiment. I could even add just a little something to the time machines. I think they could actually use some fine-tuning."

"You could maybe find a way," suggested Marty, "to really make the DeLorean run a little more smoothly. I mean, they're real stylish to have around - but they really are high-maintenance. They can be such a headache to work with. Also, you can maybe add a little device to the machine - much like the one that your counterpart had..."

"Well, DeLoreans are certainly not very user-friendly," Doc replied, smiling. "I guess it is quite a good thing I'm a scientist. As for the other thing, my counterpart mentioned that he got the parts from the year 2030 - so I don't they'd be advanced enough..."

"Whoa, 2030?" Marty gasped, stunned. As he looked around, he added, "I see there are several kids riding around on hoverboards. I think it's nice that you let me use my hoverboard at night - but it would be even nicer, if I could use them all the time."

"Well, we do have to be very cautious," explained Doc. "I mean, if we let anyone get their hands on the hoverboard - it could be risky to the space-time continuum." As he pulled over to the side, he added, "I'll just leave the station wagon over here, beside the cafe. OfficeMAX isn't so far from here. By the way, here's some money for you."

Marty smiled at Doc, as he grabbed the money and stepped out of the station wagon. In many ways, the town didn't look too different from 2015. The major difference was with the cafe. He then began to wish that the building had been a cafe in the 1980s.

Marty waved at Doc, just as the latter made his way down the street. Marty thought about what the cafe would look like. He sure had almost expected there to be a Cafe '70s in the corner. He suddenly wondered if there was a jukebox inside the cafe.

He glanced at the money that Doc gave him, as he wondered just what the inflation ate in this year. He hoped he would have enough, as he didn't quite want to use his thumb. That would definitely raise suspicion, and he didn't wish to take any chances with that. He realized that, in this time period, he couldn't exactly pass for his son.

As Marty stepped into the cafe, he simply was stunned by what he saw. On one side, there were a bunch of computer terminals. He was suddenly curious to see what they did. He decided that he might as well grab a bite to eat, first - as he sat on a stool.

"Hello, young man," called out a man, who appeared to be in his thirties. "Would you like some powdered sugar doughnut holes?" As Marty nodded, he added, "You really look familiar to me. Have I, by any chance, happened to have seen you around?"

"No, I don't think so," replied Marty. "I'm not from around Hill Valley. I only came into town for a little visit. My name's, uh, Alex." As he swallowed hard, he added, "I sure love the courthouse. I think it would be even nicer, though - if that clock actually still worked. I guess it's, uh, sort of a legacy - and you really don't want to replace it."

"Actually, to be honest," replied the man, "I don't really see what the big deal is. I am not one without any respect for the town - but it's just that... Well, the clock did stop long before I was born. I guess this cafe is actually a little more meaningful to me."

"Hey, you must be Lou Carruthers III!" blurted out Marty, as he realized who the old man was. As the man nodded, Marty continued, "I mean, uh, I did come here to visit an old friend - and, well, he actually told me all about the cafe and the clock tower."

"Chester Carruthers," Lou III said, quietly. "He's an ancestor of mine, and he was the one to build this cafe - back when this this town was still very wild. The Wild West. My father is pressuring me to have kids - but, in all honesty, it's sure not my bag, In fact, I'm childfree. It doesn't mean that I dislike children. It's just too much responsibility."

"Well, that is entirely your choice," Marty replied, smiling. "I mean, nobody should be judging you for your decision. At any rate, I can really go for a coffee. I want it with cream, as well as Sweet and Low. The powdered doughnut holes sound delicious!"

"We don't have Sweet and Low," replied Lou III. "We do have Equal, though. It's sure not good to have saccharine. That stuff can really cause cancer. Is Equal fine?" Marty nodded. As Lou handed the doughnuts and coffee to Marty, he added, "Enjoy, Alex."

As Marty began to eat his doughnut holes, he suddenly noticed a very familiar-looking boy walking inside, and she was accompanied by a pretty blonde girl. It took him quite a few seconds for it to sink in that the young boy was his future son. After all, he just bore a real strong resemblance to the way Marty himself looked, when he was seven.

"Who are you?" the young boy asked, as stepped onto the stool. "You look so familiar to me. Is it very possible that we're related, by any chance?" Marty flashed his future son a lopsided smile. "My daddy smiles like that, too! I'm Marty McFly. Junior, that is."

"My name is, uh, Alex PJ Fox," Marty replied, somewhat nervously. "I actually happen to be related to Michael J Fox. He's my, uh, uncle. It's quite a great pleasure, meeting you fine kids. Who's the, uh, the girl you're with? I must say, she looks very pretty."

"Thank you," replied the little girl, as she smiled. "Your uncle is a great actor. Anyway, my name is Victoria Haven - but my father is actually making me change my name. You see, ever since Mommy died a couple months ago... I have to live with my father, and I don't like him very much. He always yells at me, and always says that he hates me."

"I'm so sorry to hear about that," murmured Marty, as he heart suddenly went out to the young girl. "It also is very wrong for him to make you change your name. I mean, it's something that's special to you? Could you maybe talk to your councillor about it?"

"I asked Daddy if Tori could move in with us," explained Marty Jr, "and he simply said that you have to have a special licence for foster care. I hate how her father is very mean to her. Mommy is a psychologist, and she really would love to help Tori out."

"You know, Marty and Tori," Lou III chimed in, "I think Alex is absolutely right. It might be a real good idea to talk to your school councillor. I mean, you shouldn't have to live with someone who really doesn't appreciate you. You're a human being, too - and you should have a right to grow up in a safe and loving environment. I'll pray for you."

"Thank you," replied Tori. To Marty, she added, "As much as I just hate living with my father, I'm very afraid of leaving Marty. I mean, he's been such a good friend to me - and he's always been real nice to me. We eat lunch together, and we play together."

Tears came to Marty's eyes, as he felt sorry for the little girl. He hoped that his older self would be able to do something for her. It just felt nice to see that his son was so friendly and compassionate. It certainly made him feel confident about his future.

"I sure would miss Tori, too," replied Marty Jr, as he gently placed his arm around his friend. "Anyway, we would just love to have two things of doughnut holes - and two coffees. We really would also like cream and sugar in them, please." As he placed his arm around Tori, he added, "I would almost suggest running away, Tori - but, uh..."

"No!" Marty protested, before he could stop himself. He felt like it was really his duty to look after his future son, as well his as future son's best friend. "You should never ever suggest running away as an option. It's best to consult your councillor."

"I'm sorry about that, uh, Alex," Marty Jr replied, blushing. "When we're done eating, we should maybe head over to Hill Valley Park. She really likes going on the swing set, and I think it would be fun. I must say, it certainly is very nice getting to meet you."

"I'm glad I met you, Alex," Tori added, smiling. "I'm quite a big fan of Michael J Fox, as well as Marty McFly. I haven't been able to meet Michael, but my friend just has a real nice father. I really wish that my own father was as nice as him." As tears began to fill her eyes, she added, "I really miss Mommy. The thing is, she was such a nice person."

Marty couldn't quite imagine what losing his mother would be like. Granted, he already had experienced the major pain of losing both Doc and his father - but, with thanks to time travel, both deaths have been averted. For now, he wished he could help Tori.