June 20, 1987
4:45 PM PDT

The visiting Marty swallowed, as the local Doc pulled into a driveway. He actually was taken aback, as he took a closer look at the house. It sure seemed to be smaller than the house that the visiting Doc lived in. Granted, it was likely that the local Doc simply never felt it possible that he'd find a wife - let alone be able to start his own family.

He had so many questions that he wished to ask of the local Doc - but he realized that his own counterpart, along with Sarah Parker, were unaware about the real possibility of time travel. After all, prior to today, they never met the local Dr. Emmett Brown.

"This was a nice ride," commented the local Marty, as he stepped out from the back of the station wagon. "Sure not too many older people I know of who actually enjoy rock and roll. My parents certainly didn't like the music. My mother, especially, was so..."

"... conservative?" suggested the visiting Marty. As his local counterpart nodded, he added, "Yeah, I suppose a lot of older people simply have a hard time with accepting that rock and roll is a legitimate form of music. It's simply only been around for a little over thirty years - and, thus, they tend to see rock and roll as being... just noise."

"Oh, I suppose I can understand that," the local Marty replied, shrugging. "They don't understand that rock and roll can, in fact, be real beautiful. In fact, a good example is Led Zeppelin's Over the Hills and Far Away. It starts out soft and acoustic, and then it turns to hard rock. It's so beautiful and touching. In fact, it always makes me cry."

"You simply make a good point, uh, Marty," replied the visiting Marty, nodding - as he also was moved to tears by that song. "Now, if we were talking about Slayer... That, in fact, does tend to be 'just noise' - so, as such, I'm not overly fond of the group."

"Right, and they tend to have Satanic lyrics," added the local Marty. "Now, bands like Metallica and Megadeth, I enjoy. Pantera is also a rather good group. Anyway, there are all kinds of rock. Bands like Styx, Boston, and The Cars are not overly loud..."

"Actually, I do find Metallica and Megadeth to be too heavy for my taste," commented the local Doc. "I rather do love Styx, though - along with Boston and The Cars." As he opened the door to his house, he announced, "Welcome to my humble abode, guys!"

"This is beautiful!" gasped the visiting Marty, as the group stepped into the house. "It looks like a nice house. I'm just a little of surprised, though, that... that you didn't get another mansion. I can imagine that it was quite hard for you to leave your old home. I mean, especially if that was the home you grew up in - and you inherited it from..."

"I decided that I didn't quite need a big mansion," explained Doc. "Not when I lived by myself. Besides, I figured that I could simply use the extra money to... to work on my science experiment. I mean, you really get by further in life - by thinking practically."

"I really can't argue with that, Doc," the visiting Marty replied, smiling. He figured that the science experiment in question was none other than a time machine. "Well, I quite am curious to learn about your... your science experiment. It sounds... interesting."

"I am, as well," the local Marty agreed. He stepped towards the organ, as he added, "You play the piano?" The local Doc nodded, as he added, "I would simply like to hear you play, sometime. I've been playing the guitar, since I was five. I simply remember how Mom insisted that I play the piano, instead - but, fortunately, I was able to..."

"Actually, to be honest," the local Doc replied, nervously, "I can only play a few simple melodies. However, I can play a little better on the saxophone." With that, he pointed towards the instrument in question on the wall. "I could play for you, a little later."

"That simply sounds awesome!" gushed the visiting Marty. Turning to his counterpart, he added, "So, uh, who all is in your band? If you don't quite mind... Well, I would like to hear more of your music. I think it's real cool that... KKGV... is playing your music."

"Thanks," the local Marty replied, blushing. Flashing a lopsided smile, he added, "I just hope you don't mind the competition, if I make it big! I really admire you, as an actor - and, of course, so does Sarah. I love the movie, Mind Warped! I sure think it's so cool how Todd and Brent switched places. I do hope to see them come out with sequels."

"I wish nothing but the best of luck for you," the visiting Marty insisted, cheerfully. He had nearly forgotten that he was posing as the famous actor. "I guess that you didn't have a very easy life. I don't want to pester you with questions, but I am a little..."

As the visiting Marty looked down, he noticed a familiar looking sheepdog. He reached out, and patted the dog's head. With curiosity, the dog just glanced between the two Martys. As he glanced to his right, he realized that both of the Docs were smiling.

"Aw, I see that Einstein really likes you," cooed the local Doc. "I quite decided to name him after the Albert Einstein - the scientist who I actually had the pleasure of meeting, back in the 1940s. At any rate, we do have sodas in the fridge - and then... Well, you could watch a little TV - or listen to the stereo. Just make yourselves feel at home."

"Thank you, Dr. Brown," replied the local Marty, as he opened up the refrigerator. As he pulled out four cans of Diet Pepsi, he added, "Actually, now that I remember, I did bring one of our tapes along. I think it's cool, Mike, that you're taking an interest."

"Oh, no trouble at all," replied the visiting Marty, as the quartet headed into the living room. "I loved your song, Harmony. It's sure insightful and profound, and..." He then stopped short - as he realized that, in a way, he was starting to brag. "Let's rock on!"

"He was simply inspired by a story about a child abuse case," explained Sarah, as she popped the cassette into the stereo. "that's one thing I sure like about Marty. He can kick some ass, when necessary - but he also has a tender heart. I have a feeling that he will become a great father. I would just like for us to have a big family, someday."

"Well, let's not be in such a hurry," protested the visiting Marty, chuckling. "You really should enjoy your youth, while you still have it. Anyway, I also tend to get real upset by hearing stories about child abuse. Especially when it's... by their own parents."

"My own parents were never the greatest," the local Marty explained, softly. "I quite remember how Mom would, from to time, really become verbally abusive. Still, when I think of what other children have to endure, I realize that I didn't... have it so bad."

"I can understand what you mean," the visiting Marty replied, softly. He began to feel very guilty for the attitude that he used of have towards his family of the old timeline. He then thought of Martin, and the regret that he had really expressed. "At any rate, who's all in your band? I'm, uh, under the impression that you're the leader of..."

"Yes, I do lead vocals and lead guitar," explained the local Marty. "On bass is my best friend, Tyler Sloan - who I've actually known since kindergarten. Billy Winterson is our drummer, while Brad Springwood is on keyboards. We are a very close-knit group."

"That's so good to hear," replied the visiting Marty. He knew Billy Winterson, who also played drums in his band. He had no idea as to who the others were, though. "It sure is nice. It's never a good things, when bands let creative differences get in the way."

"Yeah, not like with The Police," agreed the local Marty, shaking his head. "It is quite a shame that they disbanded, due to personal disputes with each other. They were just a very talented band, and they had a promising career ahead. I'm sure not as big of a fan of Sting, as a solo artist. At any rate, we do tend to have our moments, but..."

"Yeah, I also prefer The Police," the visiting Marty agreed, nodding. "Anyway, I'm just enjoying the music. Y'know, I think anyone who dares to reject your band... Well, this just goes to show you that not everyone quite appreciates talent, when they see it."

"Thank you, Mike," the local Marty replied, nodding. "There were several times, when I considered quitting. Every time, though, Sarah managed to talk me out of it. It sure helped me to cope with my parents' death, having my music as a form of... release."

"Those were very hard times for him," agreed Sarah. "Even now, he tends to struggle with grief. His older brother, Dave, took ownership of the house - and he had became the legal guardian of Marty. Dave became real self-absorbed - so, as such, Marty had to fend for himself. Although, Dave did seem to be the closest to his father - so..."

"Well, he's lucky to really have someone like you," replied Jennifer. The visiting Marty, however, couldn't quite help but notice the discomfort in her voice. He figured that he couldn't blame her. "I does sound like he's been having a very rough time, and it's..."

"We have our own apartment, now," explained Sarah. "Shortly after we both turned eighteen, we decided to look for our own place. My mom's really been supportive, as well. She always was a very open-minded person, and she's come to adore Marty."

"It's simply a shame that my mom never felt the same of you," the local Marty replied, sighing. His eyes then grew wide, as he picked up some diagrams. "Oh, my God! I can hardly believe this! These are diagrams for a time machine! How can that be, though? Everyone knows that time travel isn't possible! What do you suppose that's about?"

The visiting Marty swallowed, as he really had no idea as to what he should say to his counterpart. He began to wonder how his counterpart would react to finding out who he really was - as well as how Sarah would simply react to finding out about Jennifer.