9:00 AM PDT
"Hey, kids!" called out George McFly. "Are you up, yet?"
"I'm just waking it up," mumbled Marty Sr, as he stretched his arms.
"Listen, kids," George continued, "I took Lorraine to the hospital early this morning. She just started going into labour early this morning. They believe the baby will be born sometime this afternoon. I just received a call from the doctor, and her water just broke. I am so excited about becoming a father again."
"Well, uh," Marty Sr stammered, "just tell her that I wish her luck on the baby. So what are the plans for today?"
"Well, Toby and Sally wanted to spend the day with you," George explained, "So I'll drop the four of you off at their home. As far as I understand, Mr. Baines is still away from the house. I heard he really blew a fuse last Saturday."
"Oh, he must still be mad at the family," Harmony said, rolling her eyes. "You should consider yourself lucky that you didn't have dinner with them last Saturday. The fight was very terrible, and Mr. Baines really hurt Toby's feelings badly. He told Toby that he hated him - and he even called Toby 'stupid' for thinking that his own father didn't hate him. It's not even like Toby didn't have such fears of his father - but poor Tovy was just trying to give his father the benefit of the doubt."
"What a way to break a poor kid's heart," Marty Sr said, sadly. Tears filled his eyes, as he remembered how his mother of the original timeline was sometimes verbally abusive towards him in a similar fashion.
"I really don't understand why people like him act like protesting the war is such a federal offence," Marty Jr said, grimacing. "I mean, aren't we entitled to freedom of speech in this country? This isn't Orwell's 1984, you know!"
Marty Sr shuddered at his future son's mention of the dystopian novel. It was a little less than a month ago, in fact, that they entered that very world through the famous clock tower - which had, somehow, become a trans-dimensional conduit. Marty still had some difficulty believing that they brought freedom and harmony into that world.
"Right, I know," George said, shrugging. "I know Biff Tannen also disagrees with our pacifistic views, but he never comments to us about it. That's because we have been on top of Biff ever since high school. He used to bully me, after I went to junior high. It was thanks to Calvin Klein, that I finally had the courage to stand up to him."
"Well, yeah, uh," Jennifer said, nervously, "he was a very precious soul, wasn't he?"
"He only stayed for one week," George said, wistfully, "but I will never forget him. At first, I thought he was a little annoying - but then I realized he just wanted to be my friend." After taking a close look at the Martys, George added, "So, Lorraine tells me that the two of you are related to him, right?"
"Uh, yeah, we are," Marty Sr replied. "He is our cousin, in fact. We haven't seen him in awhile, though. I think he headed off to New York."
"Oh, I was hoping to be able to contact him again," George said, a bit bummed. "You know, I was looking through some old photo albums. You two really do resemble my grandfather, William. You also look a lot like my great-granduncle, Martin." He took a close glance at Jennifer, and added, "You look a lot like Martin wife, Juniper."
Marty Sr and Jennifer gave each other a knowing look, as the two of them had gone back in time earlier that year to prevent a the couple from meeting a tragedy. Marty Sr wasn't sure if they should tell the younger generation on time travellers about that event. It might just confuse them a bit.
"It's possible that we could be distantly related," Marty Jr suggested. "We have some roots that go back to Ireland."
"Well, I'd better be heading to the hospital soon," George commented. "I'll drop the four of you off by the Baines house."
oooooooooo
As soon as the four time travellers arrived at the Baines' house, they saw Diana with a younger boy. Marty Sr wondered who the younger boy was.
"Oh, hi, guys!" called out Diana. "This is my younger brother, Marcus. He's thirteen years old. He's friends with Joey and Ellen."
"Ellen is my girlfriend," Marcus said, smiling. "She is so far out!"
"Don't pay any attention to him," Diana said, laughing. "He's just trying to copy me, because he knows that Toby is my boyfriend."
"But it's true!" insisted Marcus. "Won't it be neat, if we all got married?"
"Marcus! Marcus!" called Ellen, as she ran up to Marcus and threw her arms around him. "It's great that you could make it! Joey is locked in his room, but we could join him up there. He has some incense burning up there, and a far out lava lamp."
Diana rolled her eyes, as Marcus and Ellen ran into the house. "It's not gonna last," Diana insisted. "I love my brother a lot, but I am not sure why he always needs to copy me. So, Norman and Tucker, Dr. Brown's your uncle? My little sister, Sabrina, hangs around with him all the time."
"Uh, yeah, that's right," replied Marty Sr. "It looks like Marcus and Sabrina are really caught up in the hippie mood. Are your parents okay about this?"
"Oh, yeah," gushed Diana. "My parents are far out. Say, if I tell you all a little secret, will you promise not to tell anyone. I don't want everyone knowing about this."
"Your secret is safe with us," Marty Jr said, smiling. "I guarentee it."
"Okay, well, I'm a witch," Diana explained. "We are all witches - well, except for my father. My mom comes from a long line of witches, though - and we've all inherited it from her. I'm thinking of doing something to help Toby. I mean, I do not want him to have to go to Viet Nam."
"Why not cast a spell so that Richard Nixon repeals the draft?" suggested Harmony.
Diana burst out laughing, as she said, "Oh, yeah, I really wish I could! I sure wish I had that much power - but, no, I'm actually limited in what I can do. So many people have the wrong idea about what a witch is. For one, I can't just wave a magic wand and make things happen. Also, we witches don't worship the devil or make deals with demons. Where are, in fact, very nature oriented."
"Are you a Wiccan?" asked Marty Jr. "I know some kids at school who are Wiccan."
"Uh, no," Diana replied. "To me, magick is not a religion. It's a part of who I am. It's a little hard to explain. Why don't we head into Toby's room, and listen to music. He has some very far out records. I'm surprised Ol' Man Baines hasn't confiscated those records from him, knowing how tight-fisted he can be."
"It's probably because his wife won't let him," suggested Marty Sr.
ooooooooooo
"Are you about ready to see our new baby?" George asked the time travellers, with a huge smile on his face. "It's a boy. We decided to name him Martin Seamus McFly."
"Yeah, uh, I'm all ready for it," Marty Sr said, smiling. "So how does the baby look?"
"I haven't seen him, yet," George replied. "They probably have him cleaned up, now - and he's probably peacefully asleep. He's a pretty tiny one, though."
"Oh, I see," Marty Sr said, quietly. I guess, even as a baby, I was very small.
"Here we are," announced George, as he turned into the maternity ward. "Although we already have two other children, this is still very exciting to me."
"Mr. McFly?" asked a nurse, as she greeted the gang. "Your wife is this way. She's a bit worn out right now. I don't think she'll be ready to come home until tomorrow."
"George!" gushed Lorraine, as she saw her husband. "I can hardly believe that I am a mother of three, now. I really liked the name Marty, ever since I saw Calvin Marty Klein back in 1955 - and I know you have a great-granduncle named Martin."
"Martin Seamus McFly," George said, softly. "That's a lovely name. Could I hold him for a while, honey?"
"Of course you can, silly!" Lorraine said, laughing. "He's your son!"
"Uh, yeah, right," replied George, as he picked up the baby.
George then began to pass the baby among the time travellers. Marty Sr was the last one to hold himself as a baby. Marty Sr gazed into the big blue eyes of the baby, and the baby smiled right at him. It was a very surreal experience for him.
