March 9, 1938
7:00 PM PST

As Emmett was driving over to Nancy's home, he kept thinking about this mysterious Michael Lewis. He remembered meeting a Huey Lewis thirteen years ago. This Michael did seem to resemble Huey a lot. Maybe they were brothers, or something. Perhaps Huey had told Michael about him, and that's why Mike was so interested in being friends with him. Mike seemed nice enough, at any rate.

Emmett felt bad about initially regarding his new friend with suspicion, but it's not like he had too many friends. Besides, he has had a bad experience in the past with people pretending to be his friend, because they wanted something from him. Then there was the one time, when he was in ninth grade, that some boys had pretended to be his friend, only to set him up for humiliation.

There were a few kids at school, like Holly Green and Todd Blake, who were nice to him - simply because they believed in being nice to everyone. Then there were other misfits at school that Emmett occassionally talked with. For the most part, though, his group of friends just consisted of his cousins and himself.

As soon as Emmett had reached Nancy's home, he parked into the driveway, walked up to the house, and rang the doorbell.

'Emmett!' gushed Nancy, as she opened the door. 'How is everything going? It's so nice to see you! Would you like a Pepsi and some brownies?'

'Everythings going great, Nancy,' replied Emmett, as he walked into the house. 'I have a new friend. Even though he's just staying here for a week. His name is Michael Lewis. He seems like a very nice fellow.'

'Oh, good for you, Emmett,' replied Nancy, as she hugged Emmett. 'I think it is very unfair how some of the kids at school pick on you. I have always defended you, though. In fact, I had a crush on you for about two years.'

'It makes me feel so good to hear that,' replied Emmett, smiling.

'You are a very unique person, Emmett,' Nancy continued, as he handed Emmett a bottle of pepsi and a big slab of brownie. 'I believe this world could be a much better place, if we all learned to embrace diversity. I mean, think about it. This world would be a rather boring place if we all were the same. Just think, if everyone was a fireman, then where would all the plumbers be?'

'You make a very good point, Nancy,' Emmett said, smiling. 'Variety is the spice of life, isn't it? Uniqueness is something that should be embraced.'

'I've always felt like I was different from other people,' Nancy explained. 'My refusal to conform with my peers has caused not only my peers to question my mental wellbeing, but adults have questioned my wellbeing, too. Maybe that's why I'm so attracted to you. We have so much in common. We're both not like other people.'

'Well, Nancy,' Emmett said, as he put his arm around her, 'shall we go to the drive-in theatre, now? How does that sound?'

'That sounds nice and romantic,' Nancy said, coyly.

Then Emmett and Nancy headed out to Emmett's car.

oooooooooo

Marty decided to walk around the Courthouse Square, to see what the place looked like. He was feeling a bit hungry, so he decided to step into Larry's Cafe. At soon as he stepped in, someone had waved him over.

'Oh, uh, hello,' Marty stammered, then he realized the man looked very familiar to him. The man was accompanied by a dark-haired woman and a baby.

'Hi, there,' greeted the man. 'Are you, by any chance, related to Huey Lewis?'

'Uh, yes, I am,' replied Marty, trying not to smile at the idea of being related to the real Huey Lewis. 'My name is Michael Lewis. Huey is my older brother.'

'It's a pleasure to meet you, Michael,' replied the man. 'My name is Arthur McFly. This is my wife, Sylvia - and this is our son, George. Would you like to hold him?'

'Oh, sure!' gushed Marty, excitedly. 'I would like to. I mean, he looks so adorable.'

'Hey, Georgie,' cooed Arthur, as he picked up the baby to hand to Marty. 'This is Michael. Can you say hi to him?'

Marty rocked the baby back and forth, as the baby smiled. The idea of holding his father as a baby, for some reason, felt even more surreal than holding his great-grandfather as a baby. Perhaps it was the irony of knowing this this baby would, one day, be responsible for his birth.

'Oh, I can tell he likes you already!' gushed Sylvia. 'Our little Georgie doesn't usually take too well to strangers.'

'You do have one precious little boy,' Marty said, smiling. 'Take good care of him, okay?'

'Oh, we will,' Sylvia replied, smiling back. 'Say, would you like to join us for dinner? Or are you meeting someone else here?'

'Oh, sure, I would love to eat with you guys,' replied Marty. He didn't really mind eating alone, but he felt it would be nice to get to know his grandparents better.

'So, how is Huey doing?' asked Arthur. 'I haven't seen him, since thirteen years ago. Is he in town visiting, too?'

'Uh, no, he isn't,' replied Marty. 'He's in San Francisco - and he's married, and they have five children.'

'Oh, okay,' Arthur said, smiling. 'Could you, by any chance, give us his address? I would love to hear from him, again.'

'Uh, no, sorry, I can't,' Marty stammered. 'He, uh, he doesn't want me to give out his address to just anyone.'

'Oh, I'm sorry,' stammered Arthur. 'I guess it was a bit forward of me to ask. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.'

'Oh, don't worry about it, Arthur,' Marty said, quickly. 'So have you guys ordered yet?'

'Uh, no,' replied Arthur, 'we haven't decided what we wanted, yet. Do you know what you want, Michael?'

'Please, call me Mike,' Marty said, smiling. 'I'm thinking of maybe having fish and chips, with lots of tarter sause.'

'Uh, yeah, that sounds good,' Sylvia gushed. 'I think I'll order the same thing.'

'So will I,' agreed Arthur. 'I would like a chocolate milk, too.'

Just then, Larry came up to their table, and he asked, 'Are you people ready or order?'

'Yeah, we are,' replied Marty. 'I would like fish and chips - with extra tarter, please.'

'Sure,' replied Larry, as he jotted the order down on a piece of paper. 'Would you like the two-piece dinner or the three-piece dinner?'

'I'll have a three-piece dinner, please,' replied Marty.

'Would you like a soup or salad?' asked Larry.

'What kind of soups do you have?' asked Marty.

'We have chicken dumpling,' replied Larry, 'and we have chili.'

'I'll have chicken dumpling, please,' replied Marty.

'Baked potato or mashed?' asked Larry.

'Mashed, please,' replied Marty. 'With extra butter and no gravy.'

'Anything to drink?' asked Larry.

'Yeah, I'll have a chocolate milk,' replied Marty, 'and a water with no ice.'

'Will that be all, then?' asked Larry.

'Yeah, that's all,' replied Marty. 'Thanks!'

Larry then went to take the orders from Arthur and Sylvia. Then he headed back into the kitchen.

'They have great chicken dumpling soup,' Sylvia remarked.

'Why don't you want gravy on your potatoes?' asked Arthur. 'Their gravy is good.'

'I just like my potatoes with butter, salt, and pepper,' replied Marty. 'So, if you don't mind me asking, how long have you been married.'

'We've been married for nearly six years, now,' replied Arthur. 'I met Sylvia at the factory two years before then.'

'Do you have a girlfriend, Mike?' asked Sylvia.

'Actually, yeah, I do,' replied Marty. 'She didn't come along, though. She stayed in San Francisco. We are destined to marry someday, though.'

'That's good to hear,' replied Sylvia.