"Well, who are you?" Marty asked, politely. "My name is Marty McFly. Isn't the scenery around us lovely?"
"Yeah, for sure," replied the look-alike. "I might have met you before. My name is Alex P Keaton! I believe this is the third time that we've met. I must say that I've really missed you, Marty."
"Are you serious?" Marty asked, stunned. "I guess we really do meet again. Do you have any idea how we got here? Of course, I'm happy to see you again, buddy - so don't get me wrong. I'm just a little confused, that's all."
"Nope," Alex replied, shaking his head. "I am just as confused as you are. I remember that it was March 17 of 1987, when I was at home. I think I fell asleep, and then we ended up here. Do you think this might really be a dream?"
"It feels a little too real to be a dream," Marty said, smiling. "If this is a dream, I have a feeling that this is no ordinary dream. I wonder if we somehow died and went to heaven. I always was rather curious of what heaven would be like. Maybe we should look around, and check out all the wonders of this place."
"I hope I didn't die," Alex said, softly. He then glanced to the left of him, and added, "Look over there, Marty, I see lots of children playing over there. I wonder who these children are. Should we go join them?"
"I think we should try to acquaint ourselves with this place first," replied Marty. "I wonder if we physically came here, or if we're only here spiritually. The last thing I remember was heading to bed. Why don't we walk along this trail a little bit? Let's see where this trail leads us. There is maybe a specific reason why we're here."
"Let's just try to enjoy ourselves, Marty," Alex suggested. "Maybe this is just like how we met around Christmas. I mean, this might be another such event. I could certainly use a break from studying, you know."
"Let's go, then!" Marty shouted, excitedly, as he started to skip down the trail. "Maybe we're in Doxopolis again."
"Do you think so?" asked Alex, as he skipped after Marty. "This place does remind me a little of Doxopolis, come to think of it. This could be just about any dimension, though." After a brief pause, Alex gasped, "Hey, look at this! Does it look to you like what I think it is? I believe this is a gingerbread house!"
"Holy shit!" gasped Marty. "We should maybe get away. What if there's a wicked witch inside the house, who wants to boil us alive and have us for dinner? Should we really risk it, Alex?"
"Don't be so paranoid!" Alex said, laughing. "This is not Hansel and Gretel, you know! Besides, we might be short - but I think we would be able to take on a witch. Let's eat some of the house, shall we?"
"Yeah, okay," replied Marty, as he had to admit that the gingerbread house looked tasty. "We may just as well relax and enjoy ourselves. If we're not here physically, we won't even gain any weight."
As Marty and Alex started nibbling at the house, two teenage girls walked out of the house. They were both a little shorter than Marty and Alex. One had blonde hair and blue eyes, while the other had brown hair and brown eyes.
"It's so nice to see the two of you here!" gushed the brunette. "How do like it here in our little paradise?"
"It's very nice," replied Marty. "I'm Marty McFly, and this is Alex P Keaton. We're not exactly related, but we are very close. So who are you girls ? What are your names?"
"I'm Letisha Anderson," replied the brunette, smiling, "and this is my best friend, Natasha Poage. I am the creator of this world, and I decided that Natasha should live in this world with me."
"So how did you know about us?" Alex asked, stunned. "How long are we going to be here? How did you manage to bring us into this world? Are you like some sort of witch, or something?"
"Uh, no, not at all," Letisha said, smiling. "The two of you could stay with us forever. We always were big fans of Back to the Future and Family Ties - and we're especially big fans of your characters. A lot of people felt we were strange to like movies and TV shows that we fifty years old, but you both are so cute."
"Oh, uh, thank you," Marty stammered. "We can't stay here forever, though. We both have lives back at home. Hell, I am even destined to marry Jennifer. If I never go home, it could create a major disruption of the space-time continuum. You have to let us go back home. Our friends and family will miss us."
"Do you guys really want to go back to your stressful lives?" Letisha asked, frowning. "Hey, come on, guys! This is paradise! You'll never again have to worry about busy schedules or dealing with people who hate your guts. We could even start a family, and have children together. You should come play with the children. Isn't this wonderful? They will get the opportunity to grow up here, and live stress-free lives - and they will never know stress or strife."
"Yeah, we can all live in peace and harmony together," added Natasha. "The two of you should stop worrying. It will be wonderful! You'll love it here, I promise! Why don't the two of you come in and have dinner with us?"
Marty and Alex glanced at each other, as they were uncertain of what to say. It was rather tempting to want to stay in this world, but there were friends and family at home to consider.
"The two of you should really relax," Letisha urged. "I made stuffed shells for everyone. I hope you guys enjoy it. We have garlic bread, too - as well as orange juice."
"Dinner does smell very delicious," Marty said, smiling. "Francesca's Italian Diner makes very good stuffed shells, as well as my mom. In fact, I love a lot of things that my mom cooks."
"My mom makes good meals, too," replied Alex, "when she's not on that health food kick. Guido's makes great Italian food, including stuffed shells. There is nothing quite romantic like having Italian food by candlelight."
"That's a very good idea!" gushed Letisha, as she pointed towards the ceiling, making the light go off. She pointed at the table - causing a tablecloth, place mats, and lit candles to appear on the table. "How about you two sit next to the stove, and we'll sit opposite you guys? Now doesn't this feel romantic?"
"Well, uh," mumbled Marty, as he glanced at Alex, "I guess this is nice. Thank you for supper! This is such a great treat! The candles do give off a very lovely scent."
"There's one other thing we need," Letisha said, smiling, as she pointed to her right. "Some nice, romantic music!"
Marty and Alex smiled at each other, as music started playing. The quartet began to fill their plates up with food.
