November 5, 1955

8:45 p.m.

Annie's POV

We got into Doc's Packard and drove off for the Lyon Estates development. Marty, Timmy, and I grabbed some flashlights.

Marty explained to Doc, "There is something wrong with the starter. So we hid it here."

Marty, Timmy, and I un-covered the De Lorean and Doc was in shock.

He said, rather slowly, "After I fell off of my toilet, I drew this."

He held out a paper and it was a drawing of the flux compotator.

We mumbled, in unison, "The flux compotator."

Timmy opened the door and I flipped on the switch.

Doc saw that it was in perfect working order and said, happily, "It works! It works!" He grabbed the three of us and said, "I finally invented something that works!"

I responded, jokingly, "You can bet your ass it works."

Doc hung onto us and said, "Somehow, we've got to sneak this back to my lab. We've got to get you three back home!"


Somehow, we snuck the De Lorean back to Doc's garage. Marty got the video recorder ready to show Doc what we videotaped. Actually, what Marty videotaped. I never get near video cameras. I would record your feet by accident. But show me an actual camera and I can shoot some decent snapshots of anything. Timmy was the same way but his notes were much more effective. Marty rewind the tape to the specific spot before Doc was shot. I hated thinking that but maybe Marty, Timmy, and I could pre-warn Doc about his fate.

Doc smiled and said, "That's me! Look at me! I'm an old man! But, what am I wearing?"

I answered, "Radiation suit."

Doc was a bit taken back and responded, "Radiation suit? Ah, probably from all that nuclear wars."

Timmy told him, "Sure, let's go with that, dad."

I giggled at Timmy's remark as Doc picked up the video camera.

He told us, focused on the camera, "Amazing. No wonder your president is an actor. He's got to look good on television."

I shot Doc a look. Timmy giggled under his breath.

Marty said, "Whoa, here it is, Doc."

The older Doc said, "This is sucker is electrical and I need 1.21 jig watts to create the reaction."

The younger Doc demanded, "What did I just say?"

Marty rewind the tape again and the older Doc repeated, "This is sucker is electrical and I need 1.21 jig watts to create the reaction."

The younger Doc stepped back, obviously surprised and said, "1.21 jig watts? 1.21 jig watts? Great Scott!"

With that, Doc ran back to the mansion with the three of us on his heels.

I asked, "Doc, what the hell is a jig watt?"

We ran back into the mansion and we heard Doc saying, "Tom, how could I be so careless? A 1.21 jig watt is impossible! It can't be done!"

Marty responded, "Don't sweat it, Doc. All we need is some plutonium."

Timmy shook his head and said, "One problem with that plan. 1955 is scares of plutonium."

Doc nodded in agreement and added, "Timmy is right, Marty. I'm sorry you three but I'm afraid you're stuck here."

Marty's face fell as did mine and Timmy's as well. We didn't want to be stuck here in 1955!

Marty blurted out, "Doc, we can't be stuck here! We all got a life in 1985! I've got a band!"

Doc said, trying to be sympathetic, "I'm sorry but the only possible of a 1.21 jig watt is a bolt of lightning."

Timmy asked, "Wait, what?"

I responded, with an idea forming in my head and Timmy's, "What did you say?"

Doc repeated, "A bolt of lightning. Unforentaly, you never know when or where one is bound to strike."

Marty got our train of thought and showed Doc the flyer we got back in 1985 and responded, "We do now."

Doc snatched the flyer out of Marty's hand.

He read it and said, "This is it! It says here that a bolt of lightning will strike the clock tower on November 12, 1955 at 10:04 p.m. If we can somehow use this lightning, channel it into the flux compotator, it just might be enough. Next Saturday night, we're sending you three back to the future!"

Marty, Timmy, and I exchanged smiles.

Timmy commented, "Sweet. Next Saturday is perfect."

Marty added, "Yeah, we can spend a week in 1955. You can show us around..."

Doc intervened on Marty's plans and responded, "That's seriously out of the question. Anything you three do will have serious reputations on future events. Do you understand?"

Ah, boy. 'Now you tell us, Doc,' I thought.

Marty said, lying through his teeth, "Uh, yeah Doc. We understand."

Doc shot Marty a look and asked, "Did you three interact with anyone else besides me?"

Marty responded, rather sheepish, "Uh, well. I might've run into my parents."

I shot Marty a look and said, "Might've?"

Timmy added, "You so beyond ran into them, Marty. You more like so ruined their first meeting."

Doc seemed rather worried when Timmy had said that.

Doc responded, "Great Scott! Let me see that picture of your brother again."

Marty did as he was told and gave it to Doc.

Doc hold it up and added, "Just as I feared. This proves my theory. Take a look at your brother."

Marty, Timmy, and I all looked and Dave's head was gone.

Timmy asked, freaked, "What the heck?"

Marty said, freaked out, "His head is gone."

I added, a bit freaked out myself, "It's like it has been erased."

Doc nodded and responded, "Erased from existence."


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