September 7, 1925
12:00 PM PST

'So, Huey,' asked Alice, 'I have to go watch some kindergarteners soon. So that you aren't home alone, I was wondering if you would like to come along with me. All the children are so wonderful. I told them that, if they behave themselves, we can bake some cookies. They always enjoy doing that. They really look up to me, as well.'

'Sure, I would love to come along,' replied Marty. 'I enjoy watching children, as well. I must say that I sometimes miss being a kid myself. I mean, I am almost an adult!'

'Yeah, children do tend to have it easy, don't they?' asked Alice, nodding. 'There are lots of perks to adulthood, too, however. I really hope to become a nurse, someday. I like to take care of people when they're hurt or sick. Like how when you were hurt, yesterday. Jiff is such a nasty fellow, isn't he? I'm glad you're doing all right, now.'

'So does Jill have problems with her brother, too?' asked Marty, concerned. 'I mean, I could imagine it would be hell to grow up with a brother like Jiff. How did the two of you become friends, anyway? Were you friends pretty much your whole life?'

'Well, Jill and I have been best friends since kindergarten,' explained Alice. 'She and Jiff never really did get along. For some reason, about four years ago, Jiff started to persue me. I really don't get why he's after me, though. I have made it clear to him that I'm not interested in going out with him. He must be extremely dense, though.'

'Yeah, I just can't stand those type of people,' Marty replied, shaking his head. 'Can it maybe have something to do with the fact that you're best friends with his sister?'

'It could be possible,' Alice said, sighing. 'He has also been bullying my brother, ever since the two of them ended up in eighth grade together. Sometimes I feel very bad for Jill. Maybe the reason why Jiff acts out, is because their mother did always prefer Jill - so, as a result, he has become somewhat resentful. I would guess that the only reason why Jiff usually leaves his sister alone, is because their mother does threaten to kick him out of the house otherwise. She never was that affectionate with Jiff.'

'Well, that isn't right,' Marty said, quietly. 'I have to admit it's so hard to sympathize with him, though - after he and his thugs had beat me up. Still, I guess I understand his situation a little better. Sometimes I do feel like the odd one out in my family.'

"I agree that it isn't right," Alice replied, softly. "Jill doesn't think that it's right, either - but she will not tolerate the way that he harass her friends and other people. Rock Unger can be just as bad as Jiff. There was even an instance when Rock would try to usurp Jiff's position as the gang leader. As soon as Jiff had a car, though - Rock sure had to swallow his pride, and just be content with being a part of Jiff's gang."

"So, is Rock actually Jiff's closest friend?" Marty asked. He thought of how Raymond "Rex" Unger had quite a similar relationship with Douglas Needles. Rex's future son, Rafe "Data" Unger, would become a member of Griff Tannen's gang.

"More like part-friend and part-rival," Alice replied. "His younger sister, Roll, is just a nice girl, though. She's sure a close friend to Agnes and Anita. Sometimes, it's just a wonder that they're even related - much like, well, Jiff and Jill."

"Well, anyway," Marty added, sighing, "Jiff's treatment from his mother just doesn't excuse his behaviour, but I really feel it's sad that he feels like he's less loved than his sister by his own mother. His mother should've been a lot more fair with them."

'That's certainly one thing I always appreciate about Dad,' Alice commented. 'He has always tried to be fair to all of us. I really love him a lot. Also, since Mom died when she was giving birth to the twins - I was pretty much the one left to raise the twins.'

'So that must be where your maternal instincts come from, eh?' asked Marty. 'I must say that I believe you would make a very wonderful nurse. I'm sure you really have a way with kids, too. So where has your father been? I would love to meet him.'

'Oh, he'll be home this evening,' replied Alice. 'He's a very good cook, and he said he would make us something really delicious. I'm sure you'll really like him.'

'Oh, I wouldn't doubt it,' Marty said, smiling. 'Well, anyway, I suppose we should get going now. We wouldn't want the kids to spend any moment in the house alone.'

'Right,' Marty said, as he followed Alice out to the car.

oooooooooo

Marty was feeling a little nervous, as Alice pulled up to a yellow house about a block from Hill Valley Park. He was a bit curious to see what the kids of this era were like, though. Of course, there would be no television or video games to entertain them.

'Here we are, Huey,' Alice said, as she turned the engine off. 'Let's see if they left a treat out for us. They usually have a few popsicles in the freezer. There might be an extra one in there for you.' Alice glanced at the clock and said, 'Well, the kids should be here in about five minutes. We could on a record. How does Bessie Smith sound?'

'Yeah, I guess we could listen to her,' Marty replied. All he really knew about Bessie Smith was that she was a childhood idol of Janis Joplin, a musician that he was not too fond of. He felt that her singing voice left a lot to be desired.

'Here they are, now,' called out Alice, as she heard the front door open. 'I guess we should introduce them to you. I'm sure they'll really like you.'

'I hope so,' Marty replied, as he followed Alice to the front door. There he saw two small girls and a small boy. He smiled at them, and they all smiled back.

'Kids, I would like you to meet Huey Lewis,' Alice told the kids. Then, as she turned to Marty, she added, 'Huey, here are the kids. The blonde girl here is Karen Smith, the brunette is Leanne Sawyer, and the boy is Emmett Brown.'

Marty nearly fainted, as he heard the last name. The young boy did look very much like Verne. He seemed like a normal and happy boy. Of course, Marty remembered Doc mentioning that he first read Jules Verne when he was eleven years old.

'It's a real pleasure to meet you children,' Marty said, smiling.

'I'm happy to meet you, too, Huey,' replied Emmett. Marty felt so tempted to scoop little Emmett up in his arms and give him a big hug. He restrained himself, however.

'So where did you come from, Huey?' asked Karen. 'Also, how old are you?'

'I'm visiting from San Francisco,' replied Marty. 'I am seventeen years old, and I first met Alice yesterday. I became good friends with Alice and her brother.'

'Would you like to play with us, Huey?' asked Leanne. 'We have a lot of dolls in my bedroom. Would you like to play house? You can be the daddy.'

Marty smiled, as he and Alice followed the kids over to Leanne's bedroom.