September 5, 1987
9:00 PM PDT

"I must say, this pizza isn't half bad," Seamus commented, smiling. "It's not quite what I'm used to, but it is real tasty. I also like these bread sticks." With a laugh, he added, "I reckon there isn't any chance of me getting the recipe, is there? I just wonder what Mags would think about it, though. Well, this has been one rather interesting day."

"Marty!" called out a familiar feminine voice. Marty turned around, and then quite saw that it was none other than his parents. George and Lorraine both looked rather good for their ages. "Who's the man you're eating with? He looks just a little familiar to me."

"My names, uh, Sean O'Shea," Seamus replied, as he shook Lorraine's hand. "The girl is our daughter, Roisin. We, uh... We decided to swing into town, and Marty's rather been hospitable to us. I reckon that you're, uh, Marty's parents? You look so great!"

"Thank you, Sean," replied George, as he shook Seamus' hand. "I must say, I also find you to look a little familiar. I'm George McFly - and this is my wife, Lorraine. We're sure proud of our son, Marty - and we rather wish him a happy future. Your daughter looks very nice, as well. Y'know, she simply looks a lot like our daughter. Her name's Linda."

"That is, uh, quite lovely," Seamus replied, softly. "Well, it's so nice to be able to meet some of Marty's folks. Well, I hope that the two of you enjoy your dinner." As George and Lorraine walked off, he added, "Well, Marty, your mother does look a lot like..."

"Maggie?" Marty asked, smiling. Seamus just nodded. "That is sort of a coincidence, I'll admit. I mean, I actually have noticed the similarity of appearance. Still, I'm quite sure that she's of no relation. After all, they rather don't seem to have any Irish in them."

"I reckon not, then," Seamus replied, softly. "It rather must be like how that Michael J Fox actor isn't related to us. What about George, your father? He sure didn't seem to look much like... Well, he looks a little like Annette. He actually must have some of her genes in him. Perhaps, not Annette herself - but I saw some pictures of her father."

"I don't know if I should quite be telling you this," Marty explained, nervously, "but my father actually bears a strong resemblance to his father. In fact, Arthur will be born in about three years. I think William's appearances skipped my father and grandfather. I think it's a little... Ironically enough, some people believe I look more like my mother."

"This is such good pizza," Linda commented, smiling. "I really hope they still have pizza by 1997." Turning to Marty, she asked, "Your sister's name really is also Linda?" Marty nodded, as a smile spread across his face. "Apparently, I look a lot like her. I just..."

"By the way, Marty," Lorraine added, as she walked back to the table, "just remember to stop over by our place, later tonight. As much as your father and I do enjoy having more time to spend together... just him and me... the house just seems quite empty."

"Jennifer and I will definitely be coming over," Marty replied, as he gave his parents a warm smile. Turning to Seamus, he added, "It's rather been about two months, now - since Jenn and I moved out. Mom and Dad really had a tough time with that, in fact."

"I can understand where your parents are coming from," Seamus replied, softly. "I've felt much of the same way, when Will decided to move out. Mags had an even harder time with letting go, as she got nearly hysterical." Turning to Linda, he added, "It's so hard to believe that you're about to do the same, Linda. I do wish you well, though."

"It probably doesn't help, Seamus," pointed out Verne, "that Linda will also be moving to a different time period. William, at least, stayed in the year 1905. I believe we can arrange for a few visits. Perhaps, in about three years, we could come for a visit."

"That really would be wonderful," Seamus replied, softly. "I just wish we could also do something for Annette. Well, I reckon we'll actually have to accept the fact that some things cannot be changed. At least, when Annette dies, her soul will be in heaven."

oooooooooo

"Here we are, guys!" called out Marty, as he stepped into the garage. "We're at Doc's house! I wonder how he's doing with fixing the DeLorean. I can imagine that you must be feeling just a little anxious to return to 1997, Verne." Doc stepped into the garage, with Einstein right behind him. "Hello, Doc!" Patting Einstein's head, he added, "Einie!"

"Einstein!" called out Verne, as he patted the sheepdog's head. "It's quite good to see you, again." Turning to Seamus and Linda, he added, "The two of you might rather be able to remember Einie. He did spend a couple of months in the past, as we were..."

"Howdy, Einstein," Seamus greeted, as he rubbed the dog's head. "In fact, I really do remember him. He was a real friendly dog, and he got along great with my Jack. Now, I feel sad about Jack having passed away. Einstein is the name of a scientist, right?"

"That's correct," Doc replied, smiling. "He was really a fine fellow. I even had a chance to meet him, when I was working on the Manhattan project. I sure wasn't very thrilled about the project, but I really was so tired of the anti-German sentiment. At least, I'm happy to have gotten to meet Albert Einstein - so... I got something out of the deal."

"It feels quite good to meet you, Einstein," Linda commented. She giggled, as the dog started licking her. "Oh, Einie, quit that!" Turning to Seamus, she added, "Oh, Daddy, I also miss Jack. I think Einstein even remembers me, even though I'm a little older."

"Aye, he was a great fellow," Seamus replied, with a small smile. To Doc, he added, "I won't even ask what the Manhattan project is. It must've really felt good, though - to be able to meet your hero, Albert Einstein. Just like the way you also met HG Wells."

"I didn't have to travel through time, though," Doc pointed out. "In fact, at the time, I really wasn't certain if time travel was even possible. After all, that was before I came up with the idea for the flux capacitor. I might be able to meet Jules Verne, yet. I was considering the idea of just setting out to meet him, but he might think I'm a stalker."

"Yeah, that wouldn't be good," agreed Verne, nodding. "Well, Dad, I'm pretty nervous of how your older self would react to Linda. I quite wonder if he'd remember us having this conversation, right away. At any rate, it looks like it's getting to be kind of late. In fact, I'm feeling a little exhausted - even if we actually left 1905 a little before noon."

"Well, Verne," Doc commented, smiling, "the DeLorean is all fixed up. I guess you can, uh, go back to 1997 - and bring Linda with you. As strange as it sure feels to say this, I'm going to miss you. Of course, your younger self will still be around. Still, it just..."

"I sure understand what you mean, Dad," Verne replied, softly. "I'm also going to miss you - but, of course, I'll actually be happy to see your older self." Turning to Linda, he asked, "So, Linda, are you feeling a little nervous?" Linda nodded. "I'll help you out."

"Well, I do feel just a little nervous about living in the future," admitted Linda. Turning to Seamus, she threw her arms around him. "Oh, Daddy, I sure am going to miss you! I'm quite going to miss everyone. Tell the rest of my family, and all of my friends, that I wish them well. Let them know that I appreciate their concern, and that I'm well."

"I'll do that, sweetheart," Seamus replied, as he returned the hug. "Remember to visit us. I understand that you can't come, too often - as it'd really be a huge strain on the space-time continuum. How would three years sound? That'd be about, uh, 1908."

"Yeah, Seamus, I think we can do that," agreed Verne. "Just remember, after the San Francisco earthquake of next year... Well, Linda and I decide to move to Australia. At least, that'd be the best way of explaining why we... why we can't visit, too often."

"I'll be certain to do that, then," Seamus agreed, sighing. "The thing, I'm simply not so used to lying - and, in fact, I actually can't stand to be lied to. Still, I can't exactly just tell everyone that my daughter went to the future. After all, people would really think that I'm crazy, and I... Also, if anyone did believe me, that could be dangerous."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Marty replied, shuddering. "Not only would it be quite risky on the space-time continuum, but just imagine what the world might be like... if everyone and their dog had a time machine. It just wouldn't be a pretty sight, to say the least."

"Einie was the first time traveller," Doc pointed out, laughing. "Well, I'm actually going to miss all of you. It's real good to see that Linda's recovered. It's really a shame that Clara missed everything, though. Marty, why don't you take Seamus back to 1905?"

"Will do, Doc," Marty replied, smiling. "I might as well just take the DeLorean, since the older DeLorean is fixed." Turning to his ancestor, he asked, "Seamus, would you really mind if I drop you off in Hill Valley Park? I mean, I can drive you back to your house - if you'd really like me to. It's just that... Well, that might be too risky for me to drive..."

"That would be fine with me," Seamus replied, smiling. "It was a real nice day out, and I could use the fresh air." Turning to Linda, he hugged her. "Well, honey, I quite hope you enjoy your new life. The house sure won't be the same without you. I love you!"

"I really love you, too, Daddy," Linda replied, as she gave her father a tight squeeze. Turning to Verne, he added, "Well, Verne, I suppose it simply is about high time for us to head off to 1997. It really do wonder how much 1997 will be different from 1987."

"Well, Seamus, it's sure time to bring you back home," suggested Marty, as he opened the DeLorean doors. As he stepped inside, he added, "I think we should just bring you back at about, uh, noon - on the very same day that you left. I guess that'd simply be on, um, the tenth of September." Seamus nodded, as Marty set the destination time.