12:45 PM PDT
It wasn't until Marty Jr found himself being slammed into a jail cell, that he finally found out what a draft card was. He had never felt so horrified in his life.
"Violation of the Selective Service Act is a federal offence, kid," the police chief was saying. "And we don't like dirty hippie draft resisters in our community. Now, you're entitled to a phone call, so why don't you call your parents and get 'em down here?"
What am I supposed to do, now? Marty Jr thought, horrified. Then, remembering that they still had lawyers back in the 1960s, he said, "I think I should talk to a lawyer."
"You know what I think, Chief?" asked Officer Reese. "I think he's one of those outside agitators."
"I have a right to a lawyer," Marty Jr insisted, nearly on the verge of tears.
"A lawyer, eh?" asked the chief, scowling. "Sure, we'll get you a lawyer, kid. When we get around to it."
"Gee, I thought America was supposed to be the land of the free," Marty Jr muttered to himself, after the police officers left. "Was Canada this bad? If not, then Canada is the true land of the free."
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Jennifer was feeling rather nervous, as she was turning into what was still Riverside Drive. What if Doc didn't believe her, and he thought she was just pulling some kind of prank? She hoped Doc would be open-minded, after seeing Marty in 1955. She began to wish that she had thought to send Marty to Doc's place, as Doc would most likely believe him. Then she realized that all she needed to do, was mention the flux capacitor - and mention how Doc came up with the idea for the flux capacitor.
Just as Jennifer reached Doc's garage, she noticed that there was construction work being done on both sides of the garage. Her heart then went out to Doc. She turned to look on the other side of the driveway, as she saw a very familiar girl there.
"Harmony?" Jennifer asked, stunned. "Is your name, by any chance, Harmony?"
"Uh, well," the blonde said, blushing, "is your name Jennifer Parker? Are you dating someone named Marty?"
"Yeah, yeah, I am," Jennifer replied, nervously. "So what are you doing here?"
"Hey, Jennifer," Harmony retorted, a bit defensively, "I could ask the same of you."
"Uh, I'm sorry, Harmony," Jennifer mumbled, blushing. "I didn't mean it that way. I just meant, how could you be here, too? Marty and I came here from 1986. I would hazard a guess that you came here from 2016?"
"Yeah, both Marty and I came back from 2016," Harmony replied. "Well, your Marty's son, I mean. I came back here with Marty Jr."
"Whoa, this is heavy!" gasped Jennifer. "I never expected this to happen."
"Yeah, well," Harmony said, quietly, "let's go knock on Doc's door. I hope he's home. I mean, he's really only our hope of getting back home. The bulbs that were in the flux capacitor had all burnt out."
"Gee, that happened to you, too?" Jennifer asked, astonished. "It's a good thing that we already landed in 1968, before they went out."
"Yeah, really," replied Harmony, shuddering. "I mean, it's rather possible that simply nothing might have happened - but we might have also ended up in limbo."
"Right, then we would never get home," Jennifer added. Then, after taking a deep breath, Jennifer continued, "Well, let's not worry about what-ifs right now. We should be thanking our lucky stars that we're even in a time period where Doc can help us."
Jennifer swallowed, deeply, as she and Harmony walked up to Doc's garage.
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Marty figured that he should maybe stop by Lou's Cafe, so that he could grab a little something to eat. He know that it would still be Lou's Cafe until 1975, when that place would become Lou's Aerobics. He was just about to turn into the building, as he felt a hand clasping on his shoulder.
"Jennifer?" Marty asked, as he looked up.
"I'm afraid not, kid," the police officer said, chuckling derisively. "So tell me, Norman Hopkins, how was it that you got out of jail so fast? Are you really that much intent on being in rebellion with the law."
"He looks to me like a slacker, Officer Reese," added an all-too-familiar voice. "Like all hippies are. We have way too many slackers in this town. We should just send all those slacker kids to Viet Nam, as soon as they turn fourteen."
"Believe it or not, Strickland, I actually agree with you," replied Officer Reese. "It's not legal, however, as we now have all these child labour laws - and the federal law considers one to be a minor, until he or she turns eighteen."
"I'm only seventeen years old," Marty blurted out, which was true. He was not going to turn eighteen until five days later. Although, technically, with all the trips that he had taken through time - he had probably been eighteen for a month or so already.
"You expect me to believe you, kid?" Officer Reese said, with a nasty laugh.
"All right, then," Marty challenged. "Why do you keep calling me 'kid', if you think I'm already eighteen? Which is it, Officer, huh?"
"He's sure got an attitude problem, doesn't he, Officer?" Mr. Strickland asked. "He is certainly a slacker, all right. There is no question about it."
"You can already tell that by how he's dressed," chuckled Officer Reese, "but now that he dared to open his mouth - he certainly managed to remove all doubt, if any."
"Well, I guess I shall be on my way, now," Mr. Strickland said. "You take care of that slacker good. It great that this town has police officers like you."
"This time, Norman," Officer Reese scowled, as he began to snap some handcuffs on Marty, "we will be keeping tighter security on you."
"Who the hell is Norman?" Marty asked, shocked. Marty couldn't for the life of him, remember any relatives that he had named "Norman" - let alone one who looked just like him. Marty was horrified.
"Don't get smart with me, kid!" snapped Officer Reese. "You really think I'm dumb or blind? You are Norman Hopkins! At least, that was the name you gave to me."
What is Jennifer going to do? Marty thought, horrified - as Officer Reese threw him into the back of a squad car.
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Jennifer and Harmony both gasped, as soon as Doc opened up the door. This version of Doc was dressed like a cross between an Indian guru, a rock star, and a scientist.
"What brings you girls over here?" Doc asked, excitedly. "Wait! I've never seen the two of you before. Are you girls new in town?"
"Well, yeah, sort of," Jennifer stammered, nervously.
"Actually, we're time travellers," Harmony blurted out. "You know that flux capacitor that you came up with back in November of 1955?"
"You came up with the idea," added Jennifer, "after you fell off the toilet and hit your head. The flux capacitor is what makes time travel possible."
"Great Scott!" gasped Doc. "Do either of you girls happen to know a Marty McFly?"
"I certainly do," Jennifer said, smiling. "My name is Jennifer Parker, and Marty has been my boyfriend for a little over two and a half years."
"Oh, yes," Doc said, with recognition, "I remember how Marty told me all about you."
"I happen to be very close to Marty Jr," added Harmony, "who is the son of Marty and Jennifer McFly. I'm your future granddaughter, Harmony."
"Future granddaughter?" Doc asked, stunned. "You mean I actually get married and have kids in the future?"
"It's kind of a long story, Grandpa," Harmony said, with a bit of uncertainty.
"Wait, don't tell me!" Doc blurted out. "Having too much knowledge of future events can be very dangerous. I remember that from 1955."
"Right," Harmony said, a bit nervously. "Well, the reason why we came over here is because the bulbs that made up the flux capacitor had all burnt out."
"In both of our De... time machines," Jennifer added.
"You have two time machines?" Doc asked, confused.
"We came here from two different time periods," Harmony explained. "She and Marty Sr came here from 1986, while Marty Jr and I came here from 2016. We didn't even expect to run into each other. Your future self sent us to a festival here, as a treat for having made it through high school."
"Great Scott!" Doc gasped. "Well, it's really good that Marty and Jennifer came here together - or else there might be a greater risk of Marty Jr being erased from existence. So where are the time machines, anyway?"
"We left them in Hill Valley Park," explained Jennifer, "on the opposite side of where the festival is taking place. I just realized that we may have even brought the same time machine back into the past - it's just that the one Marty Jr and Harmony brought back is thirty years older."
"Why don't the two of you come in," Doc invited, "and we'll go get the time machines a little later?"
Jennifer and Harmony glanced at each other, as they stepped into Doc's lab.