Nope, between now and yesterday I haven't bought the rights to BTTF. None of the characters are mine. Yadda Yadda…

George woke up late the next morning. He knew it was the weekend, so he didn't need to be up for school, but he also knew his father would be in his room shortly, getting him to go to the store to get the morning newspaper.

Reluctantly, he clambered out of bed and got dressed, thinking about last night. He still couldn't quite believe that he had kissed Lorraine Baines.

As he was combing his hair, he thought back to what Marty had said.

"If you guys ever have kids, and one of them, when he's 8 years old accidentally sets fire to the living room rug, go easy on him…"

Kids? Sure, he had kissed Lorraine last night, but they weren't even dating. Kids were the last thing on his mind. And even if, by some miracle, they did get married and have kids, how could Marty know if one of them would set the rug on fire? It certainly seemed an odd thing to say.

Pulling a coat on, George shrugged it off. He probably just wanted to say something interesting when he left, instead of just goodbye. He was a strange guy. But if he was Doctor Brown's nephew, I suppose that goes without saying.


Lorraine was up early on Sunday. She was so excited – she couldn't wait to see George again. She had planned their entire future together in her head. They would have three kids – a boy and two girls. She would, of course, call the boy Martin – short for Marty. And she wanted to call the girls Danielle and Linda. They would live in a big house and have lots of money, three cars, and two television sets…

It hadn't occurred to her that they weren't even dating yet.

She decided she would go to Lou's to meet up with Babs and Betty, and tell them everything about what happened last night. She grabbed a jacket and walked out of the house.

George left the store with the local paper clutched in his hand. Not wanting to return home to do his homework and chores just yet, he went into Lou's Café, ordered a Pepsi and sat down to read the paper.

On the front page, there was an article about the clock tower – it had been struck by lightning at about 10:00 last night, permanently stopping the clock. George flicked through a couple of pages, disinterested. But suddenly, he saw a photograph which caught his eye…

Hmmmm – it's a cliffhanger. It's still not a very long chapter, but the story is starting to develop. Please tell me what you think – your reviews are what keep people writing!