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Standing still wasn't keeping Phil from feeling sick, so he started to start walking around a little bit. As he walked down a street adjacent to the hotel parking lot, he suddenly heard the voice he'd been longing to hear for so long.
"Not to worry, Barb. This is not a problem. All we have to do is change this one part, which I just happen to have a spare of." Lloyd explained as he examined the engine of his own time machine. Barb was standing off to the side, looking panicked. Both of them had their back to Phil.
Phil shook his head and rubbed his eyes. When he looked up again, he saw the same sight. His parents standing outside the RV with him and Pim surely waiting anxiously inside. Without thinking, Phil found himself wandering over to where they stood.
"Oh, thank goodness, Lloyd. I was convinced we were really going to be stuck here. I'll go tell the kids the good news!" Barb exclaimed as she turned toward the door. Her heart skipped a beat, for she discovered someone hovering behind her. "Oh, hello there, young man…so nice to meet you. There's nothing to see here. We're just you average red-blooded American family trying to fix our average red-blooded American RV."
"Mom, it's me." Phil spoke.
"Phil?" Barb whispered. Phil nodded slowly.
"Son, just look at you!" Lloyd was grinning from ear to ear. "You're…wearing sweats and smell like you haven't cleaned yourself very recently."
"Uh, yeah, I've kind of been running around like a crazy person for the last few minutes." Phil murmured as he looked down at himself. Then he looked up and gasped, "And now I need to get back to the future, but my time machine's broken down!"
"I'll say," Lloyd agreed. "Not to worry, though, son. I'll have my time machine fixed in a jiffy and you can hitch a ride with us. Then you can have yours towed when you get back home."
Phil bit his lip, "Uh, Dad, I don't know how to tell you this, but it's going to take you a couple of years to fix the time machine."
"Now, son, I know it's hard to believe that your old man could actually be capable of something cool, but I do know a thing or two about fixing stuff." Lloyd boasted.
"No, Dad, it's not that. It's just that I lived it and you guys are going to be stranded here for a while." Phil said.
Although, oddly enough, this isn't the same day we actually got stranded.
"No, son, that's impossible. All I have to do is change this one here part and we're off. Trust me." Lloyd replied.
"Dad, if you had the part all along then why did we stay here?" Phil questioned.
Lloyd pondered Phil's question a moment, then said, "Barb, why don't you stay here with the kids while I go and take a look at Phil's machine. I'll try not to take too long."
"Okay," Barb nodded. "We'll be waiting right here."
"Now, where did you park it son?" Lloyd wondered. Phil murmured something about it being only a little ways away distance as he led the way back to the hotel. They arrived just a couple minutes later and Lloyd got right down to business.
"Did you rent from that waterslide guy?" Lloyd questioned as he lifted up the hood.
"Yeah," Phil responded. "It was cheap and easy to get a hold of. And I had someplace I really needed to be."
"Then it's just as I suspected. You see, your mom and couldn't really afford much more than what we've got right now. That's why we went with the waterslide guy. A friend of mine warned me about how that place is notorious for having this one specific faulty part on their machines and advised me to buy a spare just in case. And so…there you have it. All I have to is loosen this one…gotta to jerk on it a little too. Aw, there it's out. Now, I'll just—
"Dad, wait, why are just fixing mine? Why don't we just all ride back together like Mom suggested?" Phil wondered.
"You said it yourself, son. The family's got a few years to live out here and I imagine this is just what made that happen in the first place. Unless, of course, you strongly advise that we all get out of here as fast as we can." Lloyd said.
That would certainly make my life a whole lot easier. I mean, if I don't ever meet Keely, then I'll have to get caught up in this mess in the first place. But…somehow, I can't bring myself to do that. Life without Keely…? Come on, Phil, all you have to say is those seven little words: I think we should all go together. Then, you'll never have to deal with the pain of losing Keely to someone else. You won't have to deal with her getting kidnapped or deal with that psychopath Ted…
"Phil, it's your call. Either I screw this part in right here, right now. Or we go back to the others and we all head back to our rightful times." Lloyd spoke.
"Dad, I think you should stay. Trust me. It'll be worth it." Phil replied.
I won't abandon you, Keely... I will save you. You deserve to be someone who will treat you right. I don't know what Ted did, or will do, to you, but I promise, I'm not going to that happen. Ever.
"Alright, then, I'm going to hold you to that. Now, all I have to do is stick this is there, and voila, you're off, son." Lloyd explained.
"Thanks, Dad." Phil said.
"No problem, son. Just be sure to stop in a see your old man once you get home, okay?" Lloyd requested.
Phil hesitated for a moment, the choked out, "Sure, Dad…it's been too long anyways."
"Until then, son," Lloyd murmured, putting the hood down. Lloyd started to walk away then, but Phil stopped him.
"Actually, Dad, there's just one other little thing." Phil said. "We didn't originally come to this year. We actually got stranded in the year 2003."
"I see," Lloyd murmured. "Well, we should have a little bit of juice left. I think we should at least be able to make that far….well, bye now, son. See you soon."
"See you soon," Phil choked. It was all he could do to fight the tears as he watched his Dad walk away from him for the very last time.