4:30 PM PST
Haven Universe
Marty awoke in a cold sweat. He just had a horrible dream that he was back in that Biffhorrific world, and he was trapped inside of Biff's Pleasure Paradise. He couldn't find his way outside of the building. It was as though he was trapped in a maze. He was just about to be shot by Biff, as he finally woke up.
Marty looked at the clock behind his bed, and he saw that it was 4:30 PM. As he was about to lie back down and try to get back to sleep, he suddenly had a very nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right. After three minutes, he finally realized that this wasn't really his home. He was stuck in a different dimension.
Marty finally decided that he may as well head back to Doc's place. He really hoped that both Docs had managed to figure out what was wrong with the time machine.
After Marty opened his bedroom door, he noticed the smell of pasta coming from the kitchen. Maybe his mother was preparing some stuffed shells. He was really tempted to stay here for dinner, but remembered the promise that he made to Doc.
"Hi, honey," Lorraine said, as Marty stepped into the kitchen. "Are you having dinner with us tonight? I'm preparing your favourite meal, stuffed shells."
"I would like to stay, Mom," Marty said, smiling, "but I promised Doc that I would eat dinner with them tonight. I'll eat dinner with you guys tomorrow night, though."
"You kids are growing up too fast for me," Lorraine said, sighing. "Well, enjoy dinner with Dr. Brown and his family, then. Be sure to tell them that I said 'hi'. I really miss the days, though, when you were a tiny boy. I guess it's just your dad and I, again."
"See you later, Mom," Marty said, as he hugged his mother. "I really love you!"
"I love you, too, honey," Lorraine replied, as Marty reached for his skateboard.
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"I really wonder how my counterpart is doing," Marty commented to Clara. "Anyway, Clara, what are you planning on making for supper, tonight? I am getting hungry. So are you going to need me to help in the kitchen?"
"I'm planning on making some chop suey," Clara replied. "You could set the table, if you would like to. I believe you should set the table for seven people. I could set up a place for little Haven, too. She could try a little chop suey with us, anyway."
"It looks like Einie wants to eat with us, too," Verne added, as Einstein was licking his hand. "Maybe he wants some chop suey, too. This is one of my favourite meals."
"It's not good for dogs to eat 'people' food," Clara commented. "We really don't want Einstein to become sick. Anyway, I hope your dad gets back here, soon."
"I'll get it," called out Marty, as he heard the doorbell rang. He nearly fainted, when he saw that it was his counterpart. "Did you have a good rest this afternoon?"
"No, not really," the visiting Marty replied, sighing. "I had a really terrible dream that I was back in the Biffhorrific world, and I was trying with all of my might to run away from Biff's Pleasure Paradise. I'm sure that you can relate."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," the local Marty replied. "It's been over a year since that event, but that events does still give me terrible nightmares."
"Hell, I was in Orwell's reality," the visiting Marty said, sighing, "and even that world doesn't bug me quite as much. It may possibly be because we actually defeated Big Brother from that world! For all we know, though, Biff still rules his world."
"Wait a minute!" gasped the local Marty. "You were actually in Orwell's world? Do you mean the dystopian world that was portrayed in George Orwell's 1984. So, how could you end up in that world? Was it due to another problem with the DeLorean?"
"Actually, we didn't go there in a DeLorean," the visiting Marty replied. "It was really the clock tower that brought us into that world. Somehow, the clock tower bacame a trans-dimensional conduit - and Doc from that world came seeking our help. Believe it or not, he was a Prole. He was even married, and had two kids of his own."
"Whoa, this is heavy," the local Marty breathed. "So what about me... and you?"
"We didn't exist in that world," the visiting Marty explained. "Our parents did, though - and they were both Outer Party members. Neither of them were married."
"Well, at least we didn't exist," the local Marty replied, with a small smile. "I wonder if Michael J Fox did, though. If so, I wonder what his life was like."
"He wouldn't be Michael J Fox, if he existed," the visiting Marty replied. "He may not even be Michael Andrew Fox, for that matter. At any rate, we should definitely be real grateful that we don't have to live in that world."
"You can say that again," the local Marty replied, shuddering.
"We're back guys," called out on the Docs, as they returned.
"So what did you find out, Doc?" the visiting Marty asked. "Were you two able to fix the destination locator? Will we be able to go back home after this?"
"I am so sorry," the local Doc said, apologetically, "but I really can't seem to figure out what went wrong. I never did get around to installing the destination locator, so probably only someone else with one of those can figure it out."
"Aw, shucks," the visiting Marty said, bummed. "Well, thanks anyway, I guess."
"Why don't you come join us for supper?" Clara asked. "Then you folks could be on your way. It'll at least be nice to be able to enjoy your company for awhile."
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"This is great chop suey, Clara," the visiting Marty replied, smiling.
"Thank you," Clara replied. Turning to the visiting Doc, she said, "It's quite unsettling to see just how much like my Emmett you are. I would guess that, up until about two years ago, your life was identical to that of my Emmett."
"Did you have Sabrina alter time," the visiting Marty asked, "after you guys moved back to 1985 - so that the two of you were married in the year 1977?"
"Yeah, we did," the local Doc replied. "Otherwise, people may be rather suspicious if I suddenly had a pregnant wife with two little boys. So we needed to enlist Sabrina's help. The only other option would have been to wait until 1993 to come back."
"I guess you and I had the same thought," the visiting Doc replied, smiling. "I guess some cosmic force has caused you to conceive Haven one year before we did."
"I suppose October 27 of last year was when the timelines diverged for us," the local Marty commented, smiling at his counterpart. "Until then, our lives were the same."
"It looks as if many things since then was the same," the visiting Marty replied. "For instance, we recorded the same songs with The Pinheads - and our father wrote the same stories since then. This reminds me, he finished up a new story - that he likes you to read, when you get a chance. The main character was inspired by you."
"Thank you," the local Marty replied, smiling. "It's fun to compare our lives like this."
"When we're done with our supper," the visiting Doc commented, "we can take a few pictures, and then Marty and I should move on - until we can find someone who may be able to help us return to our dimension. Thank you for supper, you guys."
"Well, I wish you guys good luck," the local Doc comment. "I wish I could be of more help to you. Anyway, it's been a real pleasure meeting you both."
"Same to you," the visiting Doc replied. "I once again apologize for the way that we startled you. It's just that I thought we really were home."
"It's understandable," the local Doc replied. "Have a save journey on your trip. I do hope, for your sake, that you do eventually make it back home."
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"So what are we going to do now, Doc?" Marty asked, sighing, as he stepped into the DeLorean. "I hope we won't be hopping through dimensions forever."
"You and I both," Doc said, sighing. "Well, I'll just keep punching in #EJ57 - and hope that we'll end up back home eventually. I'm getting rather tired, myself."
"Well, we may as well try not to lose all hope," Marty replied. "Anyway, it is quite fun getting to meet all of my counterparts - and being able to compare our lives. We can just try to look at the positive. After all, this could be a lot worse."
"Yeah, that's very true," Doc said, as he forced a smile. "I guess we'll see where we end up next. It will be nice if we end up in a world that we could recognize."
Marty smiled back, as Doc began to accelerate the DeLorean - until it reached 88 miles per hour.