Marty Jr's POV
"Marlene, is that you?" I moaned as my eyes opened. I internally cheered, believing that our trip to 1955 had all been a dream.
"There, there now. You've been asleep for nearly nine hours, MJ." Marlene assured me.
"Marlene, I had the worst dream. You and I got stuck in 1955," I explained.
"Um, Jr, it was not a dream." Marlene replied dramatically.
"Wait a minute, Marlene, are you telling me that we are really in 1955?" I gasped, sitting up in the bed.
"I'm afraid so," said Marlene.
Taken aback, I glanced at our surroundings. It seemed to be a typical teenage girl's room that we were in. However, it had that cheery 1950s style. The photo on the wall even- I stopped midthought. That girl...she looked exactly like-it couldn't be...
"Grandma?" I asked.
"Shhh," said Marlene, though I knew she knew the insane truth. "If anyone asks, we're Callie and Calvin Jr Klein."
"Why pick the name of a fashion designer who caused a man to give his wimpy son stupid hand-me-downs?" I angrily asked Marlene, not liking my 1955 alias. I understood why they were essential, but still.
"You mustn't say such things about yourself, Jr.. Dad's just grumpy a lot since he hurt his hand in that automobile accident." Marlene tried to reassure me.
"Callie, how is Calvin?" a voice called from downstairs.
"Was that our great-grandma, Stella?" I asked, ignoring Marlene 's remarks. We had never known Stella, since she passed away in 1995.
"Yes, it's her," Marlene replied. "We're coming down now, Mrs. Baines."
I ripped off the covers, noticing that my inside-out blue jeans were missing. Not wanting anyone to look at my purple Calvin Kleins, I told Marlene to go down without me, which she did.
Once my jeans were on, I ran down the stairs.
"Are you a tech genius, Calvin Jr?" Great-Grandma Stella asked me. I quickly figured she meant my color-changing hat, Nike MAG power-lacing sneakers, and my inside-out pants.
"Yes, I am," I replied.
"Please, sit at the table, Calvin." Stella replied. After I did what she had asked, she introduced me to the family, who were all sitting down eating meatloaf, along with Marlene, who was being awfully quiet.
"This is Milton," Stella said, pointing to the kid with the coonskin cap. "Lorraine's sister is Sally, this little guy is Toby, and finally, we have little Joey, who cries whenever we take him out of his playpen, so we like to leave him there,"
I laughed, remembering that Great-Uncle Joey was or would be-gosh, time-travel is crazy!-still in jail in 2015 after his arrest in 1967. As I proceeded to walk over to Joey's crib, a man who I was sure was my great-grandfather, Sam Baines, came into the room, holding an ancient-looking huge box with a tiny television screen on it.
"Now we can watch Jackie Gleason while we eat!" Sam cheered.
"Our first television set." Grandma pointed out. "Do you two have television?"
"Yeah, we can watch 10 at once," I said.
"Wow, you must be rich!" said Milton.
"Honey, he's teasing you, nobody has 10 television sets," Stella told him. I then realized she had meant sets, not channels as we say in 2015.
Looking over at the TV, I noticed it was playing my favorite episode of that old tv show, The Honeymooners. "Hey, I've seen this!" I remarked. "Ralph dresses as a man from space!"
"How can you have seen it?" asked Milton. "It's brand-new."
"I saw it on a DVD," I quickly interjected.
"What's a DVD?" Milton asked.
"A little help, Mar-Callie?" I begged, only to notice that both Marlene and Grandma were gone.
"Callie and Lorry went on a walk. How about you stay here with us until they get back?" While I was initially skeptical about it, I realized it was necessary to be together when we found Doc's father.
"Sure," I said, unaware of the unintended consequences of my response.
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Marlene's POV
"Wow, you must be rich," Great-Uncle Milton said after MJ's little slip-up. I really needed to have words with him! I then looked at Grandma Lorraine, and she asked what I wanted.
"We should leave and take a walk," I planned.
"But it's dark," Granny reminded me.
"Can we, Mr. Baines?" I asked Great-Grandpa.
"Yes," Great-Grandpa grunted, too focused on the TV to pay us any attention.
"Let's go," I said, grabbing Grandma by the hand and taking her outside.
"What do you want to discuss?" Grandma asked.
"Well," I said. "I did find this pair of binoculars on the ground after CJ was hit by the car."
"Tell me about CJ," said Grandma, dreamily,
"Wait, Lorraine, are you in love with my brother?" I questioned. I don't think it's legal for grandmothers to be in love with their own grandsons.
"Yes, he is the absolute love of my life." Grandma admitted.
"But haven't you loved anyone else before?" I asked.
"Nope, and I'm not going to." Grandma told me. I then whipped out my family photo. Everyone was there like usual, but Uncle Dave's head wasn't-like it had been erased from existence.
