CHAPTER SEVEN – WELL! SINCE WHEN DID YOU BECOME THE PHYSICAL TYPE?

Marty stormed up and down outside the train. This could only happen to him, his current wife falling for his future self. It sounded ridiculous to just think about. He wasn't even sure why he was mad anymore, and who was he mad at? Himself? Laura? How could he be mad at the two of them for being attracted to each other when it all seemed so natural to begin with? He ran his hands through his hair, it was getting late, and he was suddenly very tired.

When he opened the door he saw a light on from Doc's compartment and Laura laying under a blanket near the rear of the train. He didn't say anything and instead slipped off his shoes and lifted up the blanket. He slipped in next to his wife and saw her cheeks glisten in the night light. He touched her face and felt she had been crying. He scooped her up in his arms and rolled her body on his chest. He took the blanket and covered them both. Regardless of how angry he felt he loved the woman he had laying on him. She shivered and he wrapped his arms around her.

"I've got it! I've got it!" Doc shouted shaking Marty roughly awake.

"Doc, come on we just got to sleep," Marty said rolling over lazily.

"What's going on?" Laura yawned.

"It's not a paradox it is a parallel universe!" Doc shouted.

"Great Doc, got a Pepsi?" Marty said pulling himself slowly from the cramped bunk.

"A Pepsi! We are in the midst of a scientific discovery and you want a Pepsi!"

"I am sure he didn't mean it like that, did you Marty?" Laura said placing her hand on her husband's shoulder.

"Right Doc, I'm excited really, but you got to do something about the bunk it's like sleeping in a wooden box."

"Well it wasn't designed for two," Doc said raising an eyebrow to Laura.

"Ok, enough, both of you, Laura told me what happened back at the house, I really should be mad at myself, Doc. I guess this would be like Jennifer being mad at me for letting my mom kiss me back in 1955. I'm not happy about it, but I guess if I was in my same place I would have done the same thing. God Doc I have been with you too long this stuff actually makes sense," Marty said running his fingers through his hair.

"So what does this mean? Are we clear to travel?" Laura asked bringing them all back to topic at hand.

"Ok, so this is how I have it, we ripped a hole in time, but there are many universes out there with many probable outcomes. If we leave, we could enter our universe or slide into the next one. I have no way of gauging which is the right way out."

"So we are stuck here, perfect," Marty murmured.

"Not stuck here per se, but possibly not able to get home."

"I fail to see the difference Doc," Marty mumbled again.

"But Doc, your family, we have to get you home!" Laura exclaimed.

"I have been trying not to think about that," Doc sighed.

Edison barked from the bench where he sat gazing out the window. Everyone slowly walked up behind him and peered through the window. There, sulking around the front of the Delorean was old Biff.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Marty asked.

"I don't know but I can assure you it can't be a social call," Doc murmured.

Laura slipped her hand in Marty's, chills still running down her spine from her last altercation with Biff.

"I'm going out there!"

"Marty don't!" Laura grabbed his arm.

"I am sick of being afraid of some 80 year old geezer, and I mean let's face it, this isn't even our universe!"

"Marty, I think we have done enough damage, maybe he will just go away?"

"I hate to say it Marty, but Laura may be right," Doc said.

"I am sick of this shit!"

Marty swung open the door and walked quickly across the lot.

"Biff! What the hell are you doing out there?"

"Hello butthead."