The Great Chase

by EmmettMcFly55 and bttf4444

As Cliff steals Doc's time machine - with Jennifer - Doc and Marty follow him to 2017. After meeting up with Griff and picking up more girls, they hop into other universes - as Doc and allies chase him. Includes universes by EmmettMcFly55 and bttf4444.

25. Chapter 24

June 20, 1968
05:30 PM PDT
Clint Eastwood Universe

Marty McFly Senior Seventeen was feeling very excited, as he walked through the fields in front of Emmett Von Braun's mansion. Even though the mansion had never burned down in his home reality, it was very odd to see it in this condition. Then again, everything was odd here. Not that this scared him off, of course - he was used to a bit of strangeness.

The forty-nine-year-old felt rather torn, as he wondered what he should do first. Should he go and investigate the temporal field warping and displacement refrigerator device that Brent from Teens In Time had built, or any of the other inventions? Marty smirked as he thought of the shrinking device that Emily had shrunk the bullies with. Maybe he could use it to make some improvements on his own device. He still felt sorry for the malfunction back in his home world. Maybe he could invent something that would stop that. An automatic energy producer inside the machine, perhaps? It would be wonderful if he could get the device to work on fusion as well. Or maybe he could do something else, something better...

Marty shook his head. "I'm getting more ideas in this world after just a few hours than in any solar day in my own space-time continuum!" he muttered to himself. "Great Scott, this is a fascinating experience. Who knows, I could even conduct some research on this temporal train that Emmett Three built. And of course, there's that refrigerator that Brent from the Teens In Time trilogy built... Great Scott, I don't even know where to start my investigation processes! This is one of the best 24-hour elapsing period in my life so far!"

Of course, there was one thing that distracted him from all that - his daughter. He couldn't decide whether he should go to investigate the various temporal field warping and displacement vehicles or any of the other inventions first, or see his child again. He had to admit that he missed her. However, the inventions were very tempting. The scientist sighed, unsure of what to decide.

Fortunately for him, that decision was taken away from him. A loud "Daddy!" reached his ears, and as he looked up, Marty Senior saw his daughter running towards him. Filled with concern for her health and happiness about seeing her again, he embraced her. "Marie!" he exclaimed, happy. "I'm so glad to witness your return to freedom! Are you in good health as of current?"

"Thankfully, yes," Marie replied. "It had to be about the worst day of my life, but..."

"Well, I'd almost say that this is a miracle," added Suzy Seventeen. "This sure seemed worse than the worst nightmare that I ever had."

"I'm so happy that you girls are okay," added Marty Einstein, as he had tears in his eyes. He very seldom ever cried - but after everything that he had been through, he threw his arms around Suzy and wept. "I was so worried that this would never end."

Marty Sr Seventeen smiled, as he watched the exchange of verbal communication progress between the youth. Unlike with his counterparts, he very rarely ever was one to excrete liquid from his lacrimal glands under events of emotional duress - but, at that moment, his eyes were moist. Even a normally stoic male individual like him could not help but feel touched by the reunion.

"What the bloody hell is Amy Needles doing here?" exploded Clara M. "I thought she had already been defeated."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about her," commented one of Marie's counterparts. "As hard as it might be for you to believe, the Amy Needles from our world is very nice."

"Yeah, this is a different Amy," added a girl with straight brown hair. "She's just as horrified as the rest of us are, that her counterpart can be so nasty."

"I guess I don't blame you for being afraid of me," added Amy, as she was blinking back tears. "Believe me, when I say that I hate my counterpart with the passion of a thousand suns."

"Yes, that is indeed a nasty side-effect of inter-dimensional travel," Marty Sr Seventeen agreed. In fact, his mind was still reeling from the surrealism of the whole situation. "This is almost enough to..."

"Indeed, it's still so strange," commented Calvin M Nineteen, upon joining the group, "to think of how you're so different from the rest of us." With sudden realization, he gasped, "Wait a minute! What's this you guys are saying about... Amy Needles?"

"The Amy from our world was captured with us, Dad," explained Marlene Nineteen. "We were stepping outside a restaurant in a mall, and..."

"It was terrifying," added Amy, as she was weeping softly. "I was on lunch break, and it was... about time for me to head back to work. Marlene and Stephanie were... nice enough to invite me to eat with them. This is just so..."

"Well, I'm so relieved that you girls are okay," Marty Emmett commented, softly. His eyes were red, as if he had just been crying. "As for poor Amy, though... Oh, I didn't even have any clue that... that you were also captured. I feel as if..." With that, he drew Amy into a tight hug, as he murmured, "I am so sorry, Amy. I didn't..."

"There was no way you could have known, Marty," Amy replied, softly. "Man, I was thinking that this whole nightmare would... never end."

"Holy shit!" gasped Calvin M Nineteen. "Seeing as you didn't... This whole experience must be especially confusing to you, seeing as you didn't already know about... time travel."

"Great Scott!" gasped Doc Nineteen. "Well, I've always seen you as a respectable young lady, in spite of your father. I reckon I quite see no harm in you retaining... the information."

"This whole situation really does excite my brain wave senses," Marty Sr Seventeen commented, softly. "I wonder if the morality difference between the Amys is almost identical in form to the... intellect difference between me and my counterparts."

"It might be" Doc Nineteen agreed, thoughtfully. "We should research that issue, some time."

"Yeah, we should" Marty Sr Seventeen said. "This is very fascinating, I admit. I am not in full comprehension of the issue just yet, but I am certain that this event will come. In the time that passes until that moment, I can research some of the other fascinating objects here." He smirked again, as he looked over at the time train.

"Dad" Marie muttered. "Please!"

"Sorry, sweetie, but don't you admit that this is very intriguing?" Marty Sr Seventeen said. "Of course, the Back to the Future movies seem to be interesting as well. I am kind of curious to discover the events that my counterparts experienced in such a first-hand manner."

"You have to agree with that, Marie" Marty Einstein said, smiling. "Father might exaggerate when it comes to his scientific interests sometimes, but this time, I fully agree with him. This is a very intriguing study object." He looked at his Dad. "That said, shall we go over to the train?" He took Suzy's hand. "Maybe we could show Suzy the time refrigerator that Brent from Teens In Time created, before we conduct research on it."

"Maybe you should inform Brent first" Doc Nineteen said. "I don't think he'll take it lightly if he sees his time machine has been taken apart."

Marty Senior gave him a look. "You might be right" he allowed. "Therefore, I think that it would be best if you would go tell him that."

As the others smiled, Doc Nineteen felt rather helpless. "But I don't even know who he is!" he exclaimed. "I've only seen Mind Warped, and this is my first dimensional trip! How am I going to find out who he is in this entire crowd?"

"Simple" Marty Senior Seventeen said. "Just look for someone who resembles my father and is together with someone who looks like Suzy here." He gave Doc Nineteen a pat on the back. "It has been a very interesting conversation, but I should go. Goodbye."

"But..." Doc Nineteen protested, as Marty Seventeen and his son ran off to the time bus, Marie and Suzy following. "Great Scott..." He sighed, and walked off to find Brent.

In the meantime, Marty Sr Seventeen had reached the time bus. He entered it right away, and walked over to the refrigerator. "This is it" he said, smiling. "This is the refrigerator that we all know and love from Teens In Time."

"Odd" Marie said. "But I must admit, it is rather interesting to see this."

"Indeed, it is," agreed Marty Einstein, as he flashed a lopsided smile.

"What on earth is this?" gasped another young man who looked like Marty, Senior or Junior. However, Marty Sr Seventeen could not recall seeing him on the bus. "So, uh, you're the version of Clint Eastwood that's a natural genius?"

"This does appear to be the situation," Marty Sr Seventeen replied, softly. He then frowned, before adding, "I did not use the alias of Clint Eastwood, while I spent time in 1885. As a matter of fact, I had already used it in 1955, after seeing a movie taking place in Nineteenth-Century-like deserted environments with undeveloped societies and a rather more stereotyped good-bad phenomenon than one would expect to see."

"A western" Marty Einstein clarified.

"Exactly" Marty Sr Seventeen confirmed. "Anyway, I actually used the alias of Albert Einstein while I was in the year 1885. He is one of my favourite scientists."

"That is interesting," replied the young man. "Oh, yeah, you're probably wondering who the hell I am - right? My name is Alexander Patrick Eastwood - or just Alex, for short."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Alex," Marty Sr Seventeen replied, with a soft smile. "So, you are Clint Eastwood's descendant... three times removed?"

"That's correct," replied Alex, "I am his great grandson."

"I see that you guys like my time machine!" called out someone who resembled a young George McFly. He was followed by several others, including Amy. His name tag read Brent R. "It's fascinating, isn't it?"

"I love it, too!" added another person who resembled a young George McFly. His name tag read Connor. "I had just recently completed a machine that allows us to physically travel between dimensions, but I never quite expected... this."

"This is definitely weird," added a blonde who resembled Spike from Griff's gang. Her name tag read Melissa, and she seemed to be not so nasty. "I can't help but notice that most everyone is, uh, acting weirdly around. Apparently, I resemble..."

"That's right," replied Marty Einstein, softly. "You do look a lot like Leslie O'Malley from Griff's gang - or Spike, as she prefers to be called."

"You've got to be shitting me!" gasped Alex. "Melissa looks too pretty to be a bully!"

"Aw, thank you," gushed Melissa, as a blush crept across her cheeks.

"Well, looks can be rather deceiving," pointing out Marty Einstein. Then, nervously, he added, "I, uh... I didn't mean that I distrusted Melissa - even though I never saw Mind Warped. I just meant..."

"No offence taken," replied Melissa, softly. "I guess I can understand."

"Join the club," added Amy, as she placed her arm around Melissa. "At least, you don't share a name with the bully that you resemble."

"You think people are giving you weird looks?" snorted a girl called Kelly. "You should see how everyone keeps looking at Todd and me, as if... as if we're doing something wrong."

"Do we really look like brother and sister?" asked Todd M, as he looked like he wanted to cry.

"Well, you do have the same colour hair," replied Todd K, softly. "Still, it's not necessarily a..."

"Amy!" gasped Natalie, as she ran to join the crowd. Then, frowning, she added, "It's so... Were you captured by your bad self?"

"Unfortunately, yeah," Amy replied, grimacing. "I can't imagine ever being so nasty."

"Oh, I'm so sorry about what happened to you!" cried out Natalie, as she drew Amy into a hug. "I could tell right away, that... that you were not your bad counterpart! What kind of a best friend would I be, otherwise?"

"Best friend?" Amy asked, frowning. "I mean, I'm touched that you're so concerned - but I've never seen you before. Who are you?"

"Oh, yeah, you must come from a world where I don't exist," replied Natalie, softly. "I seem to be the one and only, as far as I can tell. I'm not sure how to feel about it."

"Well, I'm sure it beats having an evil counterpart," Amy replied, grimacing. "If there was a world with in intelligence flip for me, I wonder if I'd be Smart Amy or Dumb Amy."

"I think you'd be Smart Amy," pointed out Marty Einstein. "The Amy of our world, who is also a bully, does lack intelligence - so, as such, I rather hazard a guess that you're smarter than her."

"My descendant one generation removed does make a valid point," added Marty Sr Seventeen. "As far as I can tell, Emmett and I are the only ones whose intelligence level transposed in our dimension - and, to a lesser extent, our descendants. Clara and Jennifer, I am not as certain about."

"Well, we do seem to have very different persons in our world" Marty Einstein pointed out. "My hypothesis is that Jennifer Clayton from our world has been erased in theirs, and a Clara Clayton is added earlier in the lineage. The same thing could happen to the Parker family, but then in reverse."

"Sounds like an interesting conclusion, descendant one generation removed" Marty Sr Seventeen said. "There might be some truth in that statement. Of course, we'd have to research it further, in order for us to really make a correct conclusion for this issue."

"Yes, of course" Marty Einstein agreed. "That is an absolute certainty. Hypotheses are never fully correct, after all. My brainwaves are anxious to gather information on whether there might be other cases similar to ours within this crowd of human individuals."

"Marty, please!" Marie exclaimed, slightly embarrassed. "Dad, you too! Quit going into science-talk all of a sudden!"

"Yeah, she does have a point" Natalie said, staring at Marty Einstein. "From what I'd seen, I thought you weren't quite as bad as your Dad. Bad not used in a strictly negative sense, of course. However, now I've seen you like this..."

"I know" Marty Einstein admitted. "I'm more moderate than my father most of the time, but sometimes, when I'm really into a subject, I do have the tendency to use 'bigger words', so to speak, as you've all just noticed. I'll try to avoid doing that from this point in the temporal line on."

"That would be really nice" Amy said, shaking her head. "I'm kind of confused with all this time travel already, and this does nothing to make it better."

Marty Einstein smiled sheepishly. "Sorry" he said. "I'll try to stop acting that way during the rest of our stay here. Can't say that for sure, of course."

"Yeah, I understand" Todd M said. "I'm kind of used to that from Brent, or at least, I'm a bit used to it, but anyway, I know how it feels to not understand anyone. Anyway, as long as there's a translator along, it'll do. I think your sister here might suit that role."

Marie was the one to blush now. "Yeah, I do tend to understand what they're saying" she said. "I try not to go overboard with it as much as Dad and Marty do, though. Sometimes, a complicated word will flip out of my mouth, but that's really rarely. But yeah, I do understand them. Must be some of my Dad's genes coming through in my mind after all."

"I can understand that, I guess," replied Todd K. "It's sort of the same way with Connor. The sequels of Teens in Time haven't yet been released, in our worlds, but..."

"Could we please stop talking about the movies?" begged Todd M. "I don't mean to be rude, but... Well, this is freaking me out!"

"It looks like this is gonna be the longest lunch break of my life," commented Amy. "I hope I'll be able to make it back to work, on time."

"Knowing the Doc," replied Natalie, "I'm sure he should have no problem arranging for that. By the way, do you work at Andy's Food Shoppe?"

"That's right," Amy replied, nodding. "I work there, three days a week. I take it that my counterpart also does, in your world?" Natalie nodded. "Since, in your world, we are best friends... Well, does my counterpart know... about the time machine?"

"Actually, no, she doesn't," explained Natalie. "Doc does want us telling our friends about the time machine - so, even if I am your best friend..."

"I guess I can understand that," Amy replied, nodding.

"I wish I could get to know you more, Amy," commented Melissa. "It's strange to think of how... in this strange world... I feel closer to Todd, Brent, and their girlfriends then ever before."

"It's strange to meet all of you," agreed Kelly. "Although, the sequels to Mind Warped haven't yet been released."

"I wish I could see how the time machine works," commented Connor. "I never had plans to build a time machine, as I understood full well the ramifications that time travel entailed. I can hardly believe that I'm in another universe, and it wasn't even my doing."

"I could conduct a brief experiment," suggested Brent R. "Maybe send something one minute into a future. Attempting to do a backwards time travel experiment under these circumstances would be...."

"...confusing" Emmett Seventeen agreed, walking up. He smiled at Marty Senior Seventeen. "I was wondering where you were. Were you forgetting the time again, being thrilled with this Brent guy's invention?"

"Yes, I suppose I was" Marty Senior Seventeen said. He looked behind Emmett. "Where's Jennifer and Clint?"

Emmett shrugged. "Out there somewhere" he said, pointing at the crowd. "I don't know where."

"Oh." Marty Sr Seventeen shrugged, not really caring either. "So, Brent, would you mind demonstrating your invention?"

"I certainly would not" Brent R said, smiling. He and Marty Senior Seventeen carried the refrigerator out of the bus, and Brent R put some fuel in it. "Let's see" he muttered. "What can I use?"

"My watch?" Marty Sr Seventeen offered, taking a watch off his right arm.

"You wear a watch on your right arm?" Todd K said, confused.

"No, he wears two on each arm" Emmett Seventeen said. "I know it's stupid, but that's what Marty does."

"Hey!"

"Well, it is kind of odd, when you think about it" Brent R said, accepting the watch. "Still, it doesn't matter." He put the watch inside the refrigerator, and set the time panels, checking with his own watch. Then, he put the doors shut, and pressed on a button on the side of the refrigerator. Stepping back, he smiled. "Watch this!"

"I'm watching!" Marty Sr Seventeen said, thrilled.

Brent R smirked, and the crowd watched as the time machine slowly began to spin around. Although it started slow, the spinning quickly increased it's speed. After a few moments, it hit hundred miles per hour. There was a flash of red light, a loud sonic boom, and it vanished.

"Great Scott!" Marty Sr Seventeen exclaimed.

"This is heavy!" Emmett Seventeen confirmed.

"It does seem to operate similar to the 'normal' time machine, in some ways" Alex noticed.

"Yes, there are indeed some similarities" Marty Einstein confirmed. "I suppose that might be because both time machine concepts were thought up by the same science-fiction movie writer. Unless we accept the theory that the concepts inspired the writer, of course, which is still a point of discussion which we haven't found an appropriate conclusion to."

"Now, that is an interesting theory," commented Julia, who had just joined the group. "I originally came from a world where... where the Back to the Future movies existed. In my adopted world, Mind Warped replaces Back to the Future."

"I am interested in seeing what this Back to the Future movie trilogy is like," Todd M commented. "Also, I must admit that I really am curious in seeing what the Teens in Time trilogy is like - however the very concept still freaks me out."

"Ditto with me," added Todd K. "Well, I've already seen the first of the Mind Warped movies - which, of our group, only exist in the universe that Melissa and Connor are from."

"I highly doubt that we'll have sequels for the movie, though," added Connor. "After all, from what I understand, the sequels feature... us... in them."

"So, uh, your worlds include both Teens in Time and Mind Warped?" asked Mallory, as she spoke for the first time. Connor and Melissa both nodded. "I guess Michael J Fox was one very busy guy, then."

"Right," replied Julia, awed. "Especially if he was also busy filming Family Ties, and then also Teen Wolf."

The mouths of Todd K, Brent C, and Connor - along with their girlfriends - were all hanging open. "I'm not aware of him filming a movie called Teen Wolf," commented the latter of the three.

"Weird!" gasped Julia. "Although, considering that Michael J Fox himself never liked the film - and did not come back for the sequel... Say, I did bring the Back to the Future trilogy along - and I know several others mentioned bringing along Teens in Time, Mind Warped, and the films from Mind Warped. Do you think it's possible..."

"Yeah, why don't we make copies of all the films," suggested Kelly, "for each of us to bring home? That way, we'll get get something out of the..."

"This time period does seem to have advanced technology," commented Amy. "I do wonder if they have anything similar to... CDs... in this world."

"Yes, we have CDs," replied Alex, nodding. "And DVDs. They're those circular round metal discs that have digital information on them, right?"

"That's right," replied Amy. "And, yeah, we do also have DVDs."

"I'm not familiar with the concept of a DVD," Connor commented, frowning. "I guess they haven't been invented, yet - if, indeed, they do get invented in our world."

"We do have DVDs in the future of our world," explained Mallory. Then frowning, she added, "Say, I have a hunch that the future of our world is... very different from the others."

"That was the case of our world," explained Julia. "We had the internet, Ipods, and cellphones - and that disgusting rap crap. We didn't have hoverboards, flying cars, or any of that cool stuff. It was 2007, when I left my birth world - and I moved back to 1987 in... in the Back to the Future world."

"You did?" Alex asked, stunned. "That sounds interesting. Looks like you had something like Great-Grandpa Clint experienced, but less."

"Yeah, you could compare the two" Julia agreed. "Of course, your great-grandfather went back a full hundred years, and it wasn't into another world like with me. But yeah, there are some similarities - such as, while we temporarily went to a more backwards time, we knew that the future would be much more advanced than we normally would've known it to be. By the time I reached 2007 again, things were a lot different from how I remembered it. I gather that was the case for your great-grandfather as well."

"Definitely" Alex agreed. "He was stunned when he realised how much all had changed. Of course, it was a gradual process, and he hasn't even reached his own present yet. It's still 1968, after all."

"That's hard to remember here" Connor said, smirking. "This looks like a very futuristic world. I've never really experienced time travel before, but if I ever do invent a machine that helps us go to the future, I hope that I'll find something like this."

"I fully agree with you on that, Connor" Todd K said. "Maybe you could build a machine like that, or give us contact with this world, so we can borrow the time machine here."

"Maybe" Connor said. "Would take a lot of work, though. It's possible, but well... seeing what happened when I invented the device to physically travel to your world, I don't think that it would be too smart."

"Good point" Todd K said, wincing. "The last thing we need is a repeat from this situation... even though it has been rather interesting, I'll admit that."

"Yeah, that's true" Marty Sr Seventeen said, smiling once more. "I understand that you're thinking I'm over-reacting a little, but, well, I really do like this experience. I've always wanted to investigate time machines from other dimensions."

"That does remind me of something, uh, Dad" Marty Einstein said, speaking up. "Even with Cliff no longer being a danger, and with neither of his other allies being one either, we still have to deal with the fact that the train is still out there. We have to remember to get it over here, before it gets stolen."

"Great Scott!" Marty Sr Seventeen exclaimed, stunned. "You're absolutely right! Come on, son, let's go tell that to Doc Three, right away!"

"You're right, father" Marty Einstein said. They ran off in the direction of the crowd, Amy and Natalie following curiously, and over to the place where Doc Three was talking to Doc One. Marty Sr didn't care, though, and tapped Doc Three on his shoulder.

"What's the matter?" Doc Three asked, lightly annoyed. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes, there is, Dr. Brown" Marty Einstein said. "It's the time train. It's still out there in the place Cliff crashed it, and that's not going to improve it's condition."

Doc Three smacked himself on the forehead. "I should've thought of that" he said. "Great Scott... well, I can't pick it up now. I just wanted to tie up my conversation with One here and then ask Clint... your older self from this reality... if there's any way he could get us some dinner. Would you two mind picking it up for me? I'd really appreciate it."

"Sure!" Marty Sr Seventeen said, almost too eager.

"Um," Amy said, speaking up, "not to disrupt your conversation, but I think he means just picking up, not 'picking up and experiment with it on the way'."

Doc Three chuckled, and gave Amy a grateful look. "Thank you, Amy," he said, smiling. "Yeah, miss Needles is right. You do have to remember that this train is our way to get home. I really appreciate what you did in '88, but if you want to get into real 'experiments', do that under my supervision, okay?"

Marty Sr Seventeen sighed, then nodded. "Okay, Emmett Three" he said. "Well, I guess that I'll go now. Maybe we could even get this Alex fellow... he was the one to find it after all, so he knows where it is."

"Good point, Dad" Marty Einstein agreed. "We should go past the bus first to pick him up before going over to the time train. They walked off, Marty Sr Seventeen smiling. This trip wasn't looking to be that bad after all.

oooooooooo

Marty McFly Senior Three smiled, as he saw his other self go off. It had been twenty-seven years, but he still got a little uneasy around his smart self. He didn't know why, it just felt odd. He shrugged, and walked over to Doc Three, who seemed to be finishing up his conversation with Doc One.

"Yo, Three!" called out a familiar voice. He figured that it had to be another version of himself. As he turned to look, he saw Marty Sr One. "I must say, it's very weird seeing a smart version of us."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Marty Sr Three replied, grimacing. "Well, it could be worse. I mean, at least he's not evil."

"Y'know what's strange especially to me?" asked Marty Sr One, as he pointed towards a tree. "Even though I quite have many counterparts here, including her - that young boy over there, talking to a younger generation, actually is me! I think you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do," Marty Sr Three replied, nodding. "I suppose you... don't quite remember doing what you're doing now... as your younger self. Am I right?"

"That's correct," replied Marty Sr One. "It's something called 'temporal amnesia'. If my corrections are correct..." With a chuckle, he added, "I guess Doc really has rubbed off of me. Anyway, as I was saying, in my calculations are correct - I won't remember any of what I did as my younger self, until I return to 2015 in our world... and he returns to 1985."

"That's interesting," Marty Sr Three replied, smiling. He joined Doc One - just as Doc Three and Marty Sr Seventeen left. "Yo, Doc one!"

"Oh, hey there, Martys," greeted Doc One. "Three is leaving to pick up the train with your... your smart self and... Well, I was thinking of what we should do for dinner."

"Oh, yeah, the train!" Marty Sr Three gasped. Suddenly, he began to worry about what might happen if someone else from this world discovered the train. "I completely forgot all about that! I guess something should be done about that."

"Right, that would be important," agreed Marty Sr One. "As for supper, well... I guess we can't very well just expect you to cook for nearly 200 people." After a brief pause, he suggested, "Well, how about we hire a... a catering service."

"That would be very helpful," agreed Doc One. "However, how would I be able to explain why... why so many of you look alike?"

"I have an idea!" replied Marty Sr Three, as he snapped his fingers. "We could all just head upstairs, and... We could maybe listen to the radio, or watch TV. Then, when the caterers get here, they won't see... all of us."

Doc One pursed his lips together, as if he was deep in thought, and then he replied, "That might not be a bad idea. Of course, we have to see what the others things - especially the ones who are native to this world. After all, they're the one who will have to deal with the consequences of..."

"That's a good point," agreed Marty Sr One. "Well, in just wanted to say 'hi'. I want to spend some time with my wife and kids, though - so, uh, see you around."

"See ya, One," called called Marty Sr Three. As his counterpart took off, he added, "So, Doc One, I suppose you're probably tired of mozzarella sticks, buffalo wings, and stuffed shells for now. We should maybe have something a little more... non-Italian."

"The girls," Doc One commented, softly. "I'll bet they haven't had anything to eat, in a long time. They're probably even more hungry than we are."

"You do make a good point, Doc One," Marty Three replied, nodding. "How about we order fish and chips, unless... unless you think some of the people here might not like fish."

"Well, I know everyone that came from our world," Doc One explained, "likes beer battered cod. Even Marlene can't resist that stuff. Well, we'll see what everyone else says."

"Howdy, fellas!" called out Emily, as she joined the group. "It's just very weird, seeing so many Alexes here! Unfortunately, though, I seem to be the one and only."

"Well, actually, my daughter also looked just you," explained Doc One, "when she was your age. In our world, though, she's Haven Martina Brown. Not to be confused with the Haven that's the mother of Doc."

"Haven," Emily breathed. "Incidentally enough, it actually does happen to be one of my favourite words - but... Well, I never really thought of Haven as a... a name."

"The Marias, Sarah, and Susan also look a lot like you," pointed out Marty Three, "but their hair colour is considerably lighter." He then thought of the Emily Brown from his universe, and how she was now a bit older. "The Maria Emma Brown of my world looked just like that, when she was younger."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked, frowning.

"Well, in our world, there's a girl called Maria, who is Doc's child" Marty Senior Three explained. "If Doc Three had been here, he would've explained to you how it is. It's a bit of an odd situation. Anyway, Doc is living with Clara in the present, and he's got four kids, named Jules, Verne, Martin and Maria."

"Why Maria?" Emily wanted to know.

Marty Sr Three shrugged. "I'm not really sure" he admitted. "I think that it's just a name that Doc liked. I'm not really a big fan of it either, but, well, it's okay with me. Maybe he had the same motive as that smart version of me, who named his daughter Marie after Marie Curie. She's apparently some scientist."

"Oh, yeah, that one" Emily said, nodding. "Mr. Eastwood met her once. She did help the society advance some more, even though it didn't have nearly as much effect as Mr. Eastwood's works."

"Really?" Marty Sr Three said, surprised. "That's pretty cool, I guess."

"It definitely was" Clint Eastwood confirmed, as he walked over to his counterpart. He whistled. "This is fascinating. I've been amusing myself a lot here, walking through these fields. It's amazing how everyone is reuniting. You do have a really nice view from here of the whole grass field, and how everywhere, small groups of people are standing, and talking about all kinds of things." He leaned against the wall of the garage. "It's really odd."

"Tell me about it" Marty Sr Three agreed. "Seeing you makes that feel even weirder, though. Are you really hundred years old?"

"Roughly, yes" Clint said. "It's been some time, I have to agree with that. Especially with my time travels that I've been making since 1935. Even though I'm not planning on dying just yet, I can say for sure that if I would, I'd have lived a long and good life."

"Really?" Marty Sr Three said. "You were stuck in the 1880s, after all. At age seventeen, no less."

"That did create some problems" Clint admitted. "But I managed to get over that. And while events like this call it all back to the forefront of my mind, I have to admit that good things came from it, too. I'm pretty satisfied with my life at the moment."

"As I would be, with so many descendants, good friends and other acquaintances" Marty Sr Three said, understanding. "So... where did your version of Doc go? Versions, actually?"

Clint pointed at the mansion. "Both Chris and Emmett went inside" he said. "Emmett is feeling uncomfortable around this anyway. He's pretty much dropped his 'no man should know too much about the future' ideas, since that would be pretty useless now anyway, but he's still not feeling all right. With Chris, it's better, but he is kind of uncomfortable in large groups like this."

"How old is he, anyway?" Marty Sr Three asked. "Chris, I mean? That's your version of Doc, right?"

"Yeah, he is" Clint confirmed. "He's ninety-nine years old, so not much younger than I. Still, it's odd to realise that our age gap has been narrowed so much from how it used to be, and that I'm actually a little bit older than he is. That'll probably always remain strange, no matter how much time you spend adjusting to it."

"Yeah, I guess so" Marty Sr Three said, understanding. "So, Clint, it's been very interesting so far, but I believe Doc One here had a question for you as well. Didn't you, Doc?"

"Yeah, that's right" Doc One said. "So, um, Clint, seeing as we've all got a journey of varying amounts of hours behind us, we're all feeling exhausted and hungry. So, I don't want to put too much pressure on you, but if we could eat and sleep somewhere, it'd be really appreciated."

"Hmm" Clint said, thoughtfully. "Don't get me wrong - I'd be more than willing to give you some food. However, while I'm a famous scientist here, I do think I would get some odd looks if I was seen with so many versions of myself. So, while I'm all right with this, getting some food would be an issue. I don't suppose you'd like to cook, or that anyone would here."

"Yeah, I understand" Doc One said. "Marty One, my Marty, suggested getting a catering service of some sorts, which would, of course, run into the same issues that you thought up. However, Marty Three had an idea as well."

"That's right" Marty Senior Three said. "I was thinking that maybe we could all simply hide in the house as the caterers arrived. I know, there's over 100, maybe even over 150 of us, but we should be able to hide in the mansion. The caterers don't have to actually go inside, after all. In the meantime, you and the Docs and Alex with Emily can spend some time putting some tables outside, where the food can be put on. The caterers can leave the food there, they leave, we go outside, and we get to eat!" He smiled. "What do you think?"

"That sounds like a good plan" Clint said. "Would run into some difficulties, but nothing we can't solve." He smiled. "All right, we've got a plan - now all we have to do is find a way to tell every single person of this enormous crowd what to do! Which isn't going to be easy, considering that, if I saw it correctly, some of us have already left the terrain with Alex..."

"That is a good point," Marty Sr Three replied, thoughtfully. "Well, I'm simply glad that the girls are all enjoying themselves." Glancing over at Amy and Natalie, he added, "It just seems so strange, how some of those worlds have a nice version of Amy."

"From what I understand," Doc One explained, "Amy and Roberta were both... They were sort of... abused... by their father. Not so much physically, but psychologically and emotionally. He made the girls work for him, while not allowing them to keep any of the wages."

"Really!" gasped Marty Sr Three, as Emily's mouth was also agape. "Roberta, at least, has always been decent - and, yeah, I guess her father was psychologically abusive to her. Roberta is close to her mother, though. With Amy, however, Douglas Needles has pretty much pampered her from when she was young. He would always punish Roberta for crying, from what Roberta told me."

"That is awful!" gasped Emily. "Punishment for crying? That doesn't make sense to me, at all! Crying is very healthy for you, and..." Reaching for her cellphone, she added, "I could call Alex, and let him know our plans."

"I had almost forgotten about that," gasped Marty Sr Three. "Man, it does seem quite strange to think that this is the year 1968."

"So, uh, what were you thinking we should eat?" asked Clint.

"I suggested fish and chips," replied Marty Sr Three, "I figured that we would like to have something different from... what we were having."

"I could go for fish, myself," agreed Emily. "Alex and I like to go out for fish fries, just about every other Friday."

"I guess we can handle that," agreed Clint, nodding. "In fact, I do know of a good catering service."

"Oh yeah?" Marty Sr Three commented. "I could've guessed that, I suppose. After all, you've been living here for so long, you've probably seen a lot of businesses rise."

"That's correct" Clint confirmed. "However, this catering service is from out of town, from Grass Valley. Still, they provide very good food, and their catchphrase is 'swift and silent'. There are other services that are more talkative and curious than this one, so I figured that this service would be the best."

"Yeah, can't have anyone seeing us" Doc One agreed. "Still, I suppose that Marty Three's hiding plan isn't that bad. After all, silent or not, I don't think they'll just act normal upon seeing dozens of duplicate persons in here."

"There are a lot of duplicates here, aren't there?" Emily commented. "I wonder who's the most frequent. Probably the Marty Jr's and their look-alikes, with you as a close second, Dr. Brown."

"Yeah, there aren't too much of me that boarded the bus" Marty Sr Three agreed. "Even though the fact that all three versions of me joined in the universe where the bus was fixed in '88 helped a lot to add to the numbers. Still, there weren't too many of me." He smiled, wistfully. "Too bad. We could've had a lot of fun talking. Then again, I did get the impression that if we'd add one more 'rescuer', the bus would explode."

"Explode is probably not the correct word," Doc One said, smirking, "but yeah, there would be a risk that the bus would become too full." He looked over at Emily. "Not to annoy you, but weren't you going to call Alex?"

"Oh yeah, that's right" Emily said, smiling and blushing. "I'd better do that, now." She took her cellphone again and walked a few yards away from the group, calling Alex.

"Well," Marty Sr Three said, as he looked at Doc. "With that solved, don't you think that we should call that catering service of you, uh, Clint?" He shook his head. "Boy, it's odd to call you Clint."

"Yeah, I can imagine that" Clint agreed. "But yeah, you're right. Why don't I do that, and you inform the crowd."

"How?" Doc One wanted to know.

Clint thought about that for a moment, then smirked. "Emmett's saxophone" he said. "It's in the garage, and while not being the loudest thing on earth, it should be able to provide a lot of noise - enough for this."

"Yeah, I guess that would be a good option" Marty Sr Three said. As Clint went off, he walked into the garage. The building looked fairly familiar, so he didn't need too much time to find what he was looking for. He then exited and handed the saxophone over to Doc One. "I suppose you should play" he said. "You're experienced, after all."

"Yeah, that's probably correct" Doc One said. He set the saxophone to his mouth, and played a loud note. Marty Sr Three winced as the sound reached his ears, but he noticed that the noise did have effect. The crowd stopped talking, and looked up to Doc One and Marty Sr Three, surprised.

After that, everyone can rushing over to the group - with Doc Three, Marty Sr Seventeen, and Alex E being the only people absent. Even Dr. Emmett Von Braun came running out of the mansion, probably to see what the commotion was about.

"My! My! My!" called out Dr. Von Braun. "I've never seen so many people on my property, before. Then, again, I guess I was never one for big crowds."

"Hi, Emmett!" greeted Clint. "Everyone, I have an announcement to make. I have decided to hire a catering service from Grass Valley. How do fish and chips sounds to all of you?" As the crowd began to cheer, he added, "I will have to ask all of you to enter the mansion, as this might attract the attention of the caterers. In spite of the 'swift and silent' slogan, I'm sure that it won't prevent them from being curious by all the... duplicates."

There was some murmuring going on in the group, as Chris added, "You guys can watch TV, or listen to the radio, or even play video games. There are a lot of options to choose from, after all."

With that, most of the group grew silent, as their mouths were agape. Marty Sr Three suspected that just the concept of video games existing in 1968 was quite shocking to most everyone. In fact, he himself felt shocked by the idea.

"We should probably, uh, go in now," suggested Marty Sr Three - as Emmett Von Braun, Chris Brown, and Clint Eastwood all nodded. "All of you, come follow me."

With that, Marty Sr Three headed towards the mansion - as the entire group followed behind him. He really did hope that now, they were going to get something to eat. While all the snacks in-between were okay, he did have an urge to eat some real food.

oooooooooo

As the group of over a hundred and a half visitors stepped into the mansion, Marty Sr One was shocked by what he saw. The interior looked to be as advanced as what he was used to in 2015, if not more so. He glanced at his wife and children, as Marlene had a hard time staying away from him. Even Harmony and Melody stayed close by.

He then glanced at his younger self, who had his arms around the younger Jennifer. It seemed strange to think that, amongst all his numerous counterparts, the younger Marty was the person that actually was him - but thirty years younger.

"Had the trip taken much longer," Marlene One commented, sighing, "I might've been... erased from existence. It seemed as if this trip would never stop."

"Yeah, I got that feeling too" Marty Sr One said, with a sigh. "I just hoped that Cliff's time machine would get full before ours did, so that we would have a chance to strike, then. However, with him having no objections to pushing one of you out... well, I suppose you know what I mean when I'm saying that I'm glad you were saved when you were."

"Yeah, we really weren't going to have much more space" Marlene One agreed. "I think that the train might've finally been full at universe thirty, or maybe even a little earlier."

"I'd estimate a little earlier" Harmony One said. "I think we can make a pretty safe guess, since we were the ones to see most of the girls come, and thus, we have a pretty good view of what was average." She shuddered, thinking back of that. "Anyway, let's not talk about that, okay? Let's focus on the future."

"Harmony is absolutely right" Marty Jr One said. "So, what do you think that we're going to be having for dinner? You did speak with your counterpart about that, didn't you, Dad?"

"Yes, I did" Marty Sr One said. "I didn't get the full conversation, because I wanted to go back to Jennifer, but I did suggest the catering service, and Three wanted to go inside. When I left to meet up with you guys, I think I heard Three mention he wanted something 'non-Italian', as he put it."

"Yeah, I can agree with his sentiments" Marty Jr said, smiling. "And maybe now that we're safe, Mom, you can finally get your beloved chocolate eclair, or those powdered doughnut holes."

Adult Jennifer M blushed. "Yeah, you're probably right" she said. "I've been annoying you guys a lot with that, haven't I?" She shook her head. "The funny thing is, though, that I don't have that craving anymore now. I'd like to get something to eat, but no eclairs or doughnut holes."

Marty Sr One smirked, and then, a confused Teen Jennifer came over to them, along with Teen Marty. "Um, excuse me, uh, me," Teen Jennifer began, purposely not looking at her other self, "but did you just say that you had an urge to get a chocolate eclair and a powdered doughnut hole - while you were on the bus?"

"Yeah, that's right" Adult Jennifer M said, blushing again. "Why do you want to know?"

Teen Jennifer shook her head. "This is unbelievable!" she exclaimed. "I mean, Cliff actually tried to make us kiss him - by offering chocolate eclairs and powdered doughnut holes in exchange!" She looked disgusted. "I actually did that, once - it was terrible."

"You kissed Cliff?" Teen Marty exclaimed, shocked. "In exchange for food, he made you kiss him? That monster!"

"If you're so upset by that, you're probably even less happy by how he and the others watched me go to the toilet" Teen Jennifer said, for some reason feeling somewhat shy.

Adult Jennifer looked faint, and Teen Marty just seemed to get angry. "That horrible, inhuman creature!" he exclaimed. "Jennifer, you'd better keep that envelope with Cliff away from me, or I'm not going to be able to suppress the urge to do something bad to him!"

"I don't blame you!" Marty Sr One exclaimed, equally angry. "In fact, I'd probably be with you all the way!"

"I hate to make light of the whole situation," Melody B commented, softly, "but why don't we, uh, discuss something else? It sure was horrible, of course - especially for the girls - but..."

"I see what my counterpart means," Jamie added, nodding. "I'm still amazed how my Melody... the Melody who's my counterpart... and I lucked out. Simply because I had volunteered to stay home from the party."

"It is nice to see you again, Jamie," added Melody M, as she joined the group. "I'm so happy to have you for a friend."

"I was more than happy to return the favour," Jamie added, smiling. "After all, in the original timeline - when I was a complete outcast - you never failed to stick up for me. I'm happy that this ordeal is behind us."

"I am, too," agreed Melody M. Turning to Melody B, she added, "It's still so strange to think of how you have the... same name as me - even though you're my best friend's counterpart."

"There you are, Melody McFly!" cried out Marlene Four, as she ran to the group. She grasped onto Melody's arm, as she added, "I do hate to be a pest, but... Please stay with me, okay? I'll feel so much better, if we can stick together."

"Wait a minute!" gasped Marty Sr One, as he stared at Marlene Four. "You look just like the way my mother did, when she young. You're really Marlene's counterpart?"

"Yeah, I am," Marlene Four replied, in a near whisper. "Although, is it really that much different from there being a... a super-intelligent version of you - or an evil version of Amy?"

"And that Todd McKay fellow from the Teens In Time movies that the Three's showed us in 1990 was actually dating a girl who looked like your Mom" Jennifer One agreed. "Yeah, um, Marlene makes a very good point. There is indeed barely a difference there - there are weirder things around."

"Good point" Marty Sr One said. "This is still very weird for me, though." He sighed. "Well, besides concluding that this is weird, we're not doing a lot here, are we? I think that maybe we should head upstairs."

"You should" Doc One said, joining them. "Apparently, Marty Sr Three just saw his version of me arriving, so he went over and informed them of the events going on. So, after Doc Three hides the train somewhere, they should be able to come in. Providing Marty Senior Seventeen hasn't wrecked it already."

"Don't you mean 'found ways to improve it on his own unique way'?" Marty Sr One said, chuckling. "He's an odd guy. He's nice, I'm willing to admit that, but I have to share Three's sentiments on him. He's really weird."

"Yeah" Marlene One said. "Well, Doc, considering the whole room is emptying, shall we go upstairs now? It's about time to go there, I think. Then you can call the caterers. Or Mr. Eastwood can, if he hasn't already."

"I'll stay here to wait for Three and the others" Doc One said. "You guys can go upstairs if you wish."

"Will do" Marty Sr One said, starting to walk up the stairs to the second floor of the mansion. "See ya, Doc."

"See you too."

Being in the mansion did bring déjà vu all back to Marty Sr One's mind. It had been so long since he last was here, but all seemed familiar, still. Granted, most of everything looked more futuristic - but, still, it was most definitely the same mansion.

"This is so weird, Dad," commented Marty Jr One. "I keep reminding myself that this is the year 1968. The funny thing is, this is our second time of being in this year."

"Yes, it is," agreed Marty Sr One, with a wistful. "Not only that, but it also happened to be the week of my birthday. Jennifer and I really came here from 1986, while you and Harmony came from 2016. You and I ended up meeting in jail, and..."

Before Marty Sr One could continue, some unfamiliar music had come blasting from a stereo. The music could best be described as a mixture of Led Zeppelin, Dokken, and Stone Temple Pilots. In other words, while the music sounded rather unfamiliar to his ears - it was definitely louder than what one would expect to hear in 1968.

"Hey, this music isn't too bad," Marty Jr One gasped, as he flashed a lopsided smile.

"I love this music, too," added Teen Marty. "I mean, I know that the origins of heavy metal started in the 1960s - but..."

"... but this sounds about as loud as anything we've heard... in the 1980s," agreed Teen Jennifer. "You won't expect to hear this music on any sort of oldies station."

"Oldies stations generally don't play psychedelic rock, anyway," pointed out Lisa, as she joined the group. "Even as of 2017, Led Zeppelin is generally not considered 'oldies' - except for by the trendy types who use that word to deride any music that is... old. Anyway, Jenn, I hope you don't mind my company."

"Not at all," Teen Jennifer replied, smiling. "Granted, you may not be the Lisa of our world - but I think, prior to moving to Hill Valley, our lives were pretty much the same. Those of us from the EJ worlds, at least."

"I'm still confused about the EJ and PF distinction," commented Lisa, sighing. "Except that, apparently, I either don't exist in the PF worlds - or I simply never met you."

"I'll have to be rather certain to look up your counterpart," commented Teen Jennifer, "when we finally end up back in our worlds." Turning to her thirty years older self, she added, "Would you happen to remember encountering Lisa, again?"

Adult Jennifer was silent for a moment, as she was very deep in thought. Finally, she added, "I sure can't seem to recall anything, right now, regarding Lisa. Still, it doesn't necessarily mean anything. I guess that's temporal amnesia, for you."

"I understand that we should probably be discussing more pleasant stuff," Teen Marty said, sighing, "but... Say, where are the bullies - right now? I do recall Emily managing to shrink three of them - and, apparently, Alex managed to shrink the other three."

"It's sure interesting to see another Alex here," commented Alex J, joining the group, "even if he might not be my... my counterpart. Apparently, he just returned with Doc Three - along with the... the smart version of Uncle Marty."

"That does freak me out," Marty One replied, shuddering. "I think Emily has mentioned something about... two of the bullies running into a tree. As such, Alex Eastwood had it quite... easy. At any rate, I just think Alex and Emily still have the envelopes with... with the bullies inside of them. I wonder how the shrink ray works, exactly."

"I'm quite nervous about it, too," confessed Teen Marty. "I mean, what would happen if... if the shrink ray wore off?" He clenched his fist, as he added, "It is quite wrong to wish harm onto other human beings, but a part of me rather can't help but... but wish that the bullies get... get squished, as flat as a pancake."

"I know what you mean, Dad," agreed Marty Jr One. "I really do think that we should torment them... as punishment for how they... treated the girls."

"I can quite dig that, son," agreed Teen Marty, as a wicked grin formed onto his face. "They will probably have their memories wiped away, anyway - some way or another. Still, it'd bring me great amusement to... to give them a dose of their own medicine."

"I know that, as a father, I'm supposed to setting a good example for the kids," Marty Sr One commented, as he glanced between Marty Jr One and Marlene One. He began to laugh, as he added, "But, aw, what the hell! I can completely get behind teen me!"

"Dinner's ready, folks!" announced one of the Docs, probably either One or Three - or, perhaps, even Chris Brown or Emmett Von Braun. "Bon appetit, everyone!"

"But I thought we weren't gonna have Italian food," Marty Sr One protested, joking - as he headed down the stairs. He was quite beginning to enjoy the music, and he felt a little sorry to leave the music behind. He was feeling hungry, though. "I really could use some good grub, right now."

"I hear you, older me," agreed Teen Marty, nodding. The two Marty Ones began to laugh, as the elder Marty One felt stunned by the whole situation. "I really hope it's not... liver."

"I don't think Marly and I have ever even tasted liver," pointed out Marty Jr One, "as you and Mom never made that stuff. Just the smell of it makes me feel so nauseated, though."

"Dad said that it would be fish and chips," explained Marty Jr Three. "I don't think I'd ever be able to stomach liver, no matter how much I was starving."

"Fish and chips sound quite delicious," Teen Marty, Marty Sr One, and Marty Jr One all mentioned. The trio of Martys all began to laugh, as Marty Sr One was taken aback by what just happened.

As they arrived in the living room again, Marty Sr One was impressed. There was a very long table there, or perhaps multiple tables next to each other, with bowls with fish and bowls with chips everywhere. He felt very hungry looking at it. He could barely remember the last time he ate this much as he was going to do now. It had been quite some time hopping, and the fact that he'd not slept through any of it didn't help either.

"Looks like your Dad was right, Three" Marty Jr One commented, looking at the table as well. "Fish and chips all right."

"And an awful lot of it, too" his counterpart commented. "This really does make me feel hungry. I'm not too much of a fish fan - but right now, I don't care. It's not like I hate it, anyway."

"Understood" Marty Jr One said. "I'll eat anything now - with the exception of liver, which you just mentioned."

"Yeah, that's right" Marty Jr Three said, smiling.

In the meantime, Doc One stepped a few feet to the front, so that the entire crowd could see him. "Well" he said. "I'm glad that you are all here again, and that we'll be able to have a nice dinner. I hope that you've all been enjoying yourself and have done your best to forget the torture that Cliff and his allies have all been giving us, even those not captured."

"You don't need to worry about them anymore" Doc Three agreed, moving to stand next to Doc One. "The envelopes are in the kitchen somewhere, at a place where they should be safe - and we'll be sure to check upon them, before the shrink ray wears off."

"That's right" Doc One said. "Now, we've divided the tables here into parts for each number, so all you should do is find your number and sit down. I understand you'd like to talk with people of other numbers - but this is easier, and you'll have plenty of time to do that this evening. Clint told me that we could stay for as long as we'd wish - but I do think that tomorrow, we should start making plans to go home again - and think of how to do that. Clint and Marty Seventeen have proposed some ideas, so you don't have to worry about that either, as it'll be settled in due time."

"Aw, that's okay," Marty Sr One replied, nodding. "At least, it would give us a chance to reunite with the girls who were captured - and..."

"Yes, Dad, it'll be nice," agreed Marlene One, smiling. "Once again, I feel real ashamed of all the times that... that I didn't want to eat out with you guys."

"Let's not worry about that, sweetheart," protested Jennifer One, as she kissed her daughter on her forehead. "I am just happy that you and Harmony... and everyone else... are finally safe!"

"Hey, let's not forget about your younger self!" protested Teen Jennifer, laughing. As the group sat at the table with a number one on it, she added, "I guess this means we will be eating with our older selves... and our future children."

"It is not the first time that's happened," pointed out Teen Marty. "I'm actually kind of used to that, by now. For some reason, I sure don't feel as tired as I thought I was."

"I reckon it has something to do with the adrenaline," suggested Doc '87. "After all, a lot has happened within the past hour or so - and we're finally reunited. I suppose it's made us all feel a little more... rejuvenated."

"I don't know about you," commented Marty Jr One, "but I, for one, am gonna eat. I think beer-battered fish is a nice treat to have, from time to time - and I'm just a little tired of... so much cheese and tomato."

"I guess Melody and I are honorary members of the family?" Harmony One added, smiling. "Of course, considering that I plan to marry Marty... I quite have a feeling that I won't have to deal with the... in-law issues that I hear so much about."

"I think that the majority of people get along with their in-laws, just fine," Melody B pointed out, smiling. "The only reason why we hear so much about bad relations, is 'cause our society likes to dramatize everything... and accentuate the negative."

"I think Melody is right," Jennifer One replied, smiling. "Yes, I definitely consider you to be honorary members of our family. It's nice to have the whole family here."

"If only I had thought to bring Clara along," Doc '85 commented, sighing.

"If you brought Clara along," Doc One pointed out, "then I really would have to, as well. Plus, in your time, the boys are still little - and Haven's still an infant." Doc '85 nodded, as he continued, "At least, my granddaughters are here with us. Of course, with Harmony..."

"That's okay, Grandpa," Harmony replied, smiling. "I understood what you meant. You aren't happy that I was captured, but..."

"...I am glad that you're along" Doc One finished. "That's right. I'd hate to owe one to Cliff, but I'm afraid that the fact that you guys get to be here and we unite like a family might count. Of course, the things he did to you easily erases that argument in his favour."

"Yeah, certainly" Teen Marty agreed. "Even though Doc and I have been on this for the longest time, I never really got a major urge to sleep - as I was immensely anxious to rescue you. And whenever I got some minor urges to lie down and have some rest, I blamed myself for not caring about you girls enough."

"That's really sweet, but you shouldn't have done that" Teen Jennifer said, patting the back of her boyfriend. "After all, in most of the cases, I wouldn't even have known that you would act like that, considering that I was on the train."

"Yeah, that's right" Teen Marty agreed. "Thank you, anyway." He looked over at his neighbour, Alex J, who was sitting at the 'Two' table right next to them. "So, um, Alex, how are you enjoying your meal?"

"I think it's great" Alex J said, with a full mouth. He swallowed his food, then added: "Well, that might be because I haven't eaten much for such a long time, but, well, I do think that it's good food."

"I have to agree with you on that, buddy" Teen Marty said, smiling. "Even though we might be enjoying it a little more than the ones that have been on here for a shorter time... well, it's still a nice meal." He paused, then added: "Well, how are you doing now? Cured of your odd situation feelings?"

"Well, with Stacy here, I can't be unhappy" Alex J laughed, as he looked at his girlfriend in a loving way. "Anyway, well, I'm still feeling a little uneasy around the enormous amount of different versions of my cousin - especially around the PF ones, since they seem so different from us."

"Yeah, that was quite a shock for me too" Doc '87 agreed. "I guess that it is nice to meet some of the people that me '17 meets on his future travels, but... well, I know that it's no good to know too much about my destiny. And since my other self knows that as well, we try to be careful... but I know that I'm bothering him, since he wants to tell the others more about his counterparts, and reunite with those other selves that he hasn't seen for such a long time."

"Yeah, you're right" Doc One admitted. "However you haven't really bothered me in the common meaning of bothering, I didn't really like having to keep my mouth shut every time. You know too much already, after all."

"Yes, I'm afraid you make a very good point" Doc '87 said, sighing. "There's no way I'm going to be able to act neutral now when we meet those other selves." He pondered that. "Then again, temporal amnesia might go into effect. You don't remember anything of this, do you One? You told me when we first met up. While Clara said that she did remember this event and you being very vague around it, you couldn't remember a thing... could you?"

"No, I can't honestly say that I do," Doc One replied, softly. "Granted, thirty years have elapsed within the time - but..."

"For now, I no longer even care that most of the other versions of me are with other girls," commented Marty Jr One, sighing. "I'm just happy that all the girls who've been captured are safe. Also, Alex J does have a point about how the me of the PF worlds is a bit different - and, most certainly, Marty Einstein is. I've always been pretty good in math, but..."

"That's one of the major differences between you and me," Teen Marty pointed out, laughed. "I just never was very good at math, and that was always one of my least favourite subject. And, yeah, Marty Sr Seventeen sort... give me the creeps. I sort of wonder what he was like, when he was my age."

"Well, you're the Marty for me," Teen Jennifer replied, smiling. "I've met Clara Parker some time back, when you and I went to 1903 - and she reunited with her biological daughter - who, apparently, has never been that close with her adoptive mother."

"Mrs. Peabody... I think her first name was Harriet... was real scary," confirmed Teen Marty, "when I had returned to that era, with a teen version of Verne. She even had the nerve to think ill of Tiff Tannen, just because poor Tiff had been raped."

"Unfortunately, that sure was a common attitude of the time," Teen Jennifer pointed out, sighing. "Anyway, about my ancestor, it seems quite strange to think that there were two versions of her who... ended up moving to the year 1985."

"Actually, we don't know if the Clara Parker from the super-genius Marty universe," Adult Jennifer observed, "was our ancestor - or if, in fact, we even existed in that universe. I don't know if she had ever been pregnant, prior to meeting super-genius Marty. Of course, I didn't think it'd be very polite to ask."

"I recall that one major difference between the EJ words where the PF worlds," Marty Sr One observed, "was with the Tannen lineage. If I quite remember correctly, I think the Gertrude Tannen... who's never been called Tiff... was simply Biff's maternal grandmother. Also, the very concept of a nice Tannen seemed to quite..."

"... foreign to them," added Bill One, who has been silent for some time. He placed his arm around Melody B, as he added, "I must admit, that's still a little unnerving to me."

"Well, it was quite foreign to me too" Teen Marty said. "When I first heard about nice Tannen's, I was quite surprised. After all, the only Tannen's I knew were Biff, Cliff and Miff - and later Griff and Buford - neither of which were very nice, to say the least."

"Yeah, I suppose so" Bill One agreed. "I guess that this is understandable - but I can't help but feel uncomfortable around them, and they around me. I guess that it'll pass in time - and in the meantime, I'm not the only oddball around here. There's also my other self and Amy Needles. Of course, Marlene Four and the Marlene Klein's are also in an odd situation... as is this Marie girl."

"Yeah, that's certainly weird" Mike Hartford One agreed, putting an arm around his girlfriend, Marlene One. "Of course, my counterparts mostly seem to be dating the Marlene's that I'm familiar with, even though me four and me ten... who's dating this Julia Rundgren girl... are the exceptions. Also, there is the PF worlds, who all seem to have a single Marlene."

"Let's not forget Vincent McFly," pointed out Marlene One. "Even though he does look quite similar to you - and he is, technically, your counterpart... after all, you have the same mother and paternal grandmother... this is still a little freaky to me. Then again, I guess you're in a similar situation."

"Yeah, pretty much so," agreed Mike H One. "For now, though, that's the least of my worries. Anyway, just think of your counterparts in the PF Worlds - and how they're single. Well, except for Marie - who is dating a Clint Brown."

"The divergences between the EJ worlds and the PF worlds seem to have increased as time passed" Marty Senior One agreed. "I mean, in 1990, there were a lot less differences than now. For instance, Bill Tannen wasn't even around yet, nor was Amy Needles or Marlene - so their differences in the PF worlds, and with Bill his non-existence, wasn't so obvious yet."

"That's correct" Doc One said. "However, I seem to recall how Three mentioned something about Marlene to me, and I asked him whether she was dating Mike - and got a completely blank look from my other self, not knowing who the guy in question was."

"One..." Doc '87 groaned, shaking his head.

"If it bothers you so much, maybe you could go out of the room" Teen Jennifer suggested.

"Only if you and Marty come along" Doc '87 said. "We can't know too much about our futures, after all. I've been fairly lenient on you as it is."

"Compared to Three, yes" Marty Senior One said. As Doc '87 shot him a look, he quickly added: "So, are you guys enjoying your dinner?"

"Definitely" his wife said. "It's no eclair or powdered doughnut hole, but I'll do." She smirked at her younger self, who simply shook her head. "Anyway, yes, it's fine. I'm glad to finally have some food again, especially after such a long time."

"Completely agree with you there, um, older me" Teen Jennifer said, as she took another bite of her fish, the amount of which was rapidly decreasing. "Yeah, it's nice to have some food again that isn't so sweet and cold. I don't dislike chocolate or anything like that, quite the contrary, but after having eaten it for such a long time, I'm really glad that I have finally got the ability to eat normal, warm food again." Smiling in an evil but playful way, she added: "And be satisfied with the fact that the bullies are now the ones who are not getting any meals, being locked up in their envelope."

With that, all of the Table One occupants - along with some of the occupants of the neighbouring tables - burst out laughing. Marty Sr One glanced at his children - and he realized that, under normal circumstances, it probably wasn't exactly good parenting practice to condone that kind of attitude. At the moment, though, he didn't really care. Especially in the case of the girls, it would be uncharitable to blame them.

"That's a good way of putting it, Teen Mom," Marlene replied, snickering.

"Speaking of sweets, though," Harmony One added, softly, "I wonder if we have any desert. Even after all the chocolate eclairs and powdered doughnuts, I wouldn't be averse to..."

"You do make a good point, Harmony," agreed Teen Jennifer. "Plus, it would be nice to enjoy our sweets, without having to..." Making a face, she continued, "... kiss the Tannens."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Harmony One groaned, shuddered. "This will probably haunt me, in the days to come."

"There's another EJ Amy that we need to take care of!" exclaimed Melody M, as she snapped her fingers. "I forgot which world it was, exactly - but I remember it was an EJ world, since that Amy was also good... and victimized."

"I think that was the world where I was replaced with Julia Belle Rundgren," explained Marlene One. "Well, knowing Doc, I'm certain that there's something... that the Docs can do."

"I just feel so sorry for that version of Amy," Harmony One added, sighing. "Marty Sr Seventeen can probably also help out, as well as maybe even Brent Ross and Connor O'Connor."

"It's still hard to believe that the Mind Warped characters are real," commented Marty Jr One. "Then, again, I guess Dad did also meet the Family Ties characters."

"That's right," Teen Marty replied, nodding. With sudden horror, he gasped, "I do wonder what might've happened, had Cliff and company landed in the Family Ties Universes."

"Most like, poor Mallory Keaton would've been captured," Harmony One suggested, sighing, "as well as poor Ellen Reed."

"Actually, Alex is no longer with Ellen," Teen Jennifer pointed out, quietly. "Unless, of course, they had opted to go back about a year or so. Well, Cliff did keep mentioning wanting to go back to 1955. I'm glad that that never came to be, though."

"That would be absolutely horrifying," agreed Teen Marty. "Especially if it was the past of our universe. It would be a..."

"Please, kids," Doc One chided, gently. "Let's not talk about what-ifs, right now. Let's just be grateful that the whole nightmare has, at last, come to an end."

"That's a very good point, um, Doc '17" Teen Marty admitted. "Still, I can't help but keep thinking about everything that happened. Cliff really did shake us up. We were hoping to have a nice day, and then this happens."

"It's terrible" his older self agreed. "Still, we should learn from the past, and then relax about it. No need to go on about negative things, or ponder 'what-ifs'. Granted, when one is in the possession of a time machine, that is something what you could do - but I think that we've got better things to do now. We can save 'what-if's' for when Cliff or another Tannen manages to get his hands on the time machine the next time."

"Marty, please!" Adult Jennifer called out, horrified. "Let's not even think about that now! That sounds like the ultimate nightmare coming true!"

"Yeah!" her younger self agreed. "As if one time wasn't bad enough..." She felt disgusted. "We should really give Cliff some sort of punishment. I get the creeps every time we talk about him and the chase."

"Well, we should consider that we can't punish him too much, um, teen mom" Marty Jr One said. "After all, he's still got to be able to conceive Griff - and after his memory wipe, he'll get very confused and suspicious when he's all bruised up and can't remember how he got those bruises. Since, most likely, the last thing he knows is that he left home to your house, Doc '87, he might go there again to get an explanation... and he might discover the time machine then."

"Good point, Junior" Doc '87 said. "Yeah, we shouldn't over-do the punishment." He looked at his plate. "Well, I'm sure that there's plenty of time to think about that later. For now, it seems like everyone has finished their dinner - so it's about time to just sit back and relax."

Marty Sr One smiled, as he agreed with Doc '87. It was indeed about time to relax a bit. They had had a very exhausting day, after all, so they should lean back, and maybe even listen to some music. He looked around, as he felt quite optimistic. They'd got quite a chase behind them, but now, they could finally calm down again, and that was a thing they'd certainly do.

oooooooooo

Calvin Klein Nine smiled, as he headed into the living room. He enjoyed dinner, and it felt so good to know that his granddaughter and future granddaughters-in-law were safe. Indeed, he felt quite relieved to know that the girls were generally unharmed.

"This is such great music, Grandpa," commented Marty K Jr, smiling. "I never realized that the 1960s had music that rocked this hard."

"Actually, Marty," Alex K pointed out, gently, "I don't think this music ever existed in... in 'our' world - and, most certainly, not in the 1960s. This group reminds me a little of Adelitas Way, who got their start in the late oughts."

Calvin K Nine was about to respond, until he heard the station tag from the stereo: "You are listening to KKHV 104.1 FM, your rock and roll roll variety station - playing the greatest rock and roll hits from the 1940s to today."

"The 1940s?" Calvin K Nine gasped, stunned. "That's weird!"

"Why is that weird?" asked Alex E, as he and Emily joined the group. "I thought that the 1940s had some very awesome rock music."

"It's that, in our world," Calvin K Nine started to say, "rock and roll really did not start until about 1954 - and, even then, it wasn't this loud. Hell, this is just a bit loud - even by 1960s' standards. Not that I don't like the music, but..."

"I know exactly what you mean, Me Nine," agreed Calvin K Eight, as he joined the group. He was followed by his son, his grandson, and his grandson's girlfriend. "As with you, I actually lived throughout the '60s - and the music most certainly was not this loud. This song, now, makes me think a little of Mudvayne - or Disturbed."

"Indeed, Grandpa, it does," agreed Calvin III. "I guess we can't exactly complain, though. I can really get used to this kind of music."

"And that was Troy Anvil," announced the disc jockey, "playing A Current Affair on KKHV. Next up will be Flaming Torch, The Angst Asylum, Greg and The Goldmines, and The Beatles. Do not touch that radio dial!"

"Weird!" muttered Calvin K Nine. "The only band that I'm familiar with is The Beatles - and I do remember the '60s, quite well."

"Indeed," agreed Calvin K Eight. "Well, I guess we shouldn't quibble. The kids all seem to dig this music, and even an old fogey like me can't help but like it."

"Well, I don't think of myself as an old fogey," Calvin K Nine replied, smiling, "but, yes, many people back... back in our world... think it is rather strange for someone my age to like hard rock."

"Yeah, same with me," agreed Calvin Eight, nodding. "Well, at any rate, I'm very glad to see that all's ended well."

"Tell me about it," Susan commented, shuddering. "I sure can understand better how it must have felt, being a European Jew during the Holocaust. Granted, our situation was not quite that bad - but..."

"What's the Holocaust?" Emily asked, confused. With a sudden gasp, she added, "Oh, yeah, now I remember. My father did mention a little about that... that tragedy."

"Thinking about it makes me feel like crying," commented Alex E, in a near whisper. "I cannot comprehend just what would possess people do something so... so cruel and inhumane... to another human being - and how that could last for... for so long."

"Well, we maybe should discuss something a little more... positive," suggested Emily. Turning to Susan, she added, "So, uh, you're Dr. Brown's granddaughter?"

"Great-granddaughter," corrected Susan. "Even in 'our' world, Dr. Brown's children are not as... as old as you. Then, again, in this world... Well, you're the daughter of Dr. Christopher Brown - not Dr. Emmett Von Braun, right?"

"That's correct," replied Emily. "Even though, of course, Dr. Emmett Von Braun will become Dr. Christopher Brown - after the... the whole time travel fiasco."

"Great music, eh?" asked one of the Marias, just as she joined the group. She was followed by the other two Marias, along with the two Sarahs. "Well, Susan, we were looking for you." As the Maria - who, as it turned out, was Maria Five - glanced at Emily, she added, "Y'know, you do look a lot like me. Your hair's darker, but you have the same brown eyes as me."

"Yeah, you girls do look a lot like me," agreed Emily. "I guess Susan has blue eyes, the Sarahs have green eyes - and the Marias have brown eyes, like me."

"So, uh, are you really Dr. Brown's daughter?" asked Maria Seven. As Emily nodded, she added, "So am I. I must say, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Same with me," Emily replied, nodding. Turning to the Sarahs, she added, "And, uh, what relationship might you girls be to Dr. Brown?"

"We're his granddaughters," explained Sarah One. "Even though we came here from the same world, we are counterparts of each other, as are our..."

"That sounds a little complex," Emily commented, stunned. "Well, why don't we go in that corner over there - and then we can get better acquainted. In a way, I suppose I'm a counterpart to the Marias."

Calvin K Nine smiled, as Emily and the rest of Dr. Brown's descendants walked off. He just had to admit that the whole experience was interesting, even though he felt bad about the girls being captured. Just then, a rather familiar song came on the stereo: Helter Skelter by The Beatles. Indeed, it sounded exactly as he remembered it.

"I'm really not a big Beatles fan," commented Marty K Jr, "but I do like this song. It's a nice rocking tune!"

"Oh, I love The Beatles!" gushed Alex E. "Although, yeah, they aren't exactly heavy metal. So, uh, what exactly is this Led Zeppelin that I've heard some of you talking about?"

"They're, uh..." Calvin III started to say. "I wouldn't say that they're heavy metal, exactly - but, along with Black Sabbath and a few others, they helped to influence heavy metal. They have a few rockers, and a few slower songs. Some of their earlier songs are heavily blues-based, as well. They originated from The Yardbirds."

"Ah, yeah, I know who The Yardbirds are," replied Alex E, thoughtfully. "Eric Clapton was the original lead guitarist. He's now with a group called Cream, I believe. Jeff Beck then took over, and then some guy called Jimmy Page." After a brief pause, he added, "I heard a little bit about Jimmy Page fronting a new group, called The New Yardbirds - which also includes a session musician, John Paul Jones. Could that be..."

"That it!" gasped Marty K Jr, snapping his fingers. "They're the group that will soon be known as Led Zeppelin! In our world, Led Zeppelin's first album was released in early 1969 - so, perhaps, the same might be true of this world."

"I love Shapes of Things by The Yardbirds," commented Alex E, flashing a lopsided smile. "Well, I would be interested in hearing what Led Zeppelin sounds like."

"We could maybe play some Led Zeppelin, tomorrow," suggested Calvin III, "once we get our much needed sleep." He glanced at the digital clock on the wall, as he added, "It's still a little early in the night. I suppose we've all caught our second wind, with the girls being rescued - but..."

"Well, as interesting as all the changes of this world are," commented Calvin K Nine, "it might be even more interesting, thinking of what all has stayed the same."

"Yeah, there are some fascinating things among them" Calvin III agreed. "I mean, especially with our families... after all, there could've been major changes in the lives of the McFly family."

"Well, that's something that Great-grandpa Clint always took care of" Alex E said. "He always watched the McFly's carefully, having the excuse of being a friend of Seamus and Maggie. Since Marty was just born today, I think that it's looking like everything is going to turn out fine. And Dr. Christopher Brown hasn't said anything either that might indicate that the end of the universe is coming, and he's visited the future frequently, so I think we're safe."

"Yes, I suppose so" Calvin Eight agreed, nodding. "I suppose that your life is different, from how it was for me in our world. I mean, like you, I didn't exist in the original 1968 - well, not as a thirty-year-old, anyway. Therefore, Doc insisted on me not changing history, when I could avoid it. That did bring me into some nasty discussions with him, but I think it worked out fine in the end. Could've been worse, I suppose... especially with this trip proving to us that Julia was never supposed to marry Doc, and it still turned out fine."

"Well, that's good" Calvin K Nine said, nodding. "So, um, Calvin Eight, what was it like for you to get used to the 1950s? Doc One told me a little about it, but not much. And... what was your friendship with your Doc like?"

"Well, it wasn't easy" Calvin Eight admitted. "I mean, Doc insisted on me staying outside when possible, to not change any history. However, with no one else to bond to, I eventually came to accept Doc as a father figure of some sorts. I couldn't do that with George and Lorraine, since they were teenagers."

"Yeah, I couldn't see George as my father either anymore" Calvin K Nine said. "And as for Lorraine - well, she was my girlfriend, and I didn't want to see her as a mother figure. Once I got my memories back, I did my best to forgot that Lorraine had ever been anything else for me but the attractive and loving girlfriend that all of the boys on Hill Valley High School envied me for. Took a while, but I adjusted, and eventually, I'd adjusted so much that the mere thought of Lorraine going back to date George again would break my heart."

Calvin Eight shook his head. "You're creepy, you know that?"

"Sorry about that," Calvin K Nine muttered, blushing. "For the most part, I tend to put that out of my mind. It's so strange, though, to think of my son... Well, in one way, he is me - but, in another way, he's not."

"How are you gentlemen doing?" asked Clint E, as he joined the group. "If you don't mind, I... Well, I'd like to get a little more acquainted with you."

"We don't mind, at all," Calvin K Nine replied, smiling. "Actually, I'm just as curious to learn more about you. I thought being stuck in 1955 was bad enough, but you were stuck way back in 1885. I'm sure that Me Eight feels the same."

"Indeed, I do," Calvin K Eight confirmed. "If Doc simply wasn't there to keep me under control, I... Well, I probably would've introduced hard rock about a decade early."

"It is so strange," commented Calvin K Nine, "thinking of how this world is so different. The song that I'm hearing, right now... Well, it sure reminds me of Stone Temple Pilots and Alice in Chains."

"Who are they?" Clint E asked, confused. "I've heard of Alice Cooper, but not Alice in Chains - and the name Stone Temple Pilots doesn't ring a bell with me, either."

"Oh, yeah, that's right," Calvin K Nine replied, nervously. "You actually wouldn't know who they are. You left the future in 1985, and both bands became famous during the 1990s. Well, the bottom line is, I'm impressed by... by how advanced this world is."

"So, anyway," Clint E asked, nervously, "I guess being stuck in 1955 was real hard for you, and with Doc keeping a tight rein on you guys."

"Actually, that was only Me Eight," corrected Calvin K Nine, "who was quite subjected to that. In our world, Doc didn't even know about the whole situation - until November of 1985... when our counterparts from World One came over."

"I stand corrected, then," Clint E replied, softly. "So, uh, were you the one who became amnesiac - soon after arriving in 1955?"

"That's correct," Calvin K Nine replied, nodding. "I just got through explaining to my counterpart how I ended up marrying Lorraine, so I really don't wish to rehash over that. If you're curious, though... I could tell it to you, later."

"Uh, no, that's okay," replied Clint E, as he sounded a little uneasy. "So, anyway, with your amnesia... Well, how did that... affect you... adjusting to 1955?"

"Well, I'm sure it made things a little more simple," explained Calvin K Nine. "After all, for as long as I had amnesia, I didn't really know what I was missing. Even though, I did sometimes get a... Well, I sometimes felt as if... as if I belonged... elsewhere."

"What about your eighties slang?" asked Calvin K Eight. "I mean, I'm sure there were times where you found yourself using terms that... that the fifties society would be unfamiliar with."

"In fact, that really has caused me a little trouble," Calvin K Nine replied, as he winced at some of his memories. "I began to worry that... that I might be rather crazy. It felt very natural for me to use words like 'heavy' or 'awesome' in... in their less than literal usage. I certainly couldn't understand why, if they made no sense to anyone else."

"So, uh, what about after your amnesia wore off?" asked Clint E.

"Well, then I..." Calvin K Nine paused, as he felt uncertain of how to continue. "Well, I sure won't get into the whole deal with Lorraine - as I simply got through explaining to my counterpart. I guess you're more curious about... about how I adjusted to being stuck thirty years in the past."

"That's correct," replied Clint E. "I'm sure that not having Doc to lean on made things rather tougher for you." After a brief pause, he added, "By the way, why didn't you seek out Doc? Were you afraid to, or something."

"Well, sort of, yeah," stammered Calvin K Nine. "I wasn't sure of how he would react. I was afraid that he'd think me a... a prankster. Besides, I was real certain that there wasn't anything that he could do. I was stuck with... doing what I had to do."

"I can understand, I guess," Clint E replied, with a hint of uneasiness. "It's still feels strange... thinking that my younger self was... born just today."

"It strikes me as very strange, too," agreed Alex E. "More than likely, Emily and I will probably end up... babysitting him. Having recently had Benjy, herself... Well, could you imagine Mallory nursing your younger self?"

"That would be a strange state of affairs," agreed Clint E, nodding. "Well, I'm still over seventeen years shy of... of reaching the day that I left."

"I simply wonder what Calvin will grow to be like," commented Alex E. "Now, in the old timeline, you didn't have a twin?"

"That's correct," replied Clint E. "I was more than a little surprised, when I found out that... that my younger self was born with a twin."

"There are, at least, two other worlds," explained Calvin K Nine, "where I was born with a twin. One of which is mine, actually. Alex... my Alex... happens to be the son of... of the twin."

"So, uh, I guess there are three other Alexes?" asked Alex E, "but none are really my counterpart?"

"That's about right," confirmed Alex K. "Although, it is interesting to meet you."

"Same to you," replied Alex E. "It's also interesting that my name is Alex Eastwood, while your name is Alex Klein. You have the last name of my ancestor's other alias. Is your middle name Patrick, by the way?"

"Yes, it is," replied Alex K. "I guess that is kind of interesting. Although, in our world... Well, neither incarnation... or whatever would call it... of Marty ever used the alias of Clint Eastwood. I always only know Clint Eastwood as... Well, as the western actor."

"From time to time," commented Clint E, "I have really wondered if... if there might be another world... where I was stuck in 1955... and stuck with the name Calvin Klein. It looks as if two such worlds do, in fact, exist. There might even be more, in fact."

"Possibly so," agreed Calvin K Nine, nodding. "It sure makes me wonder what all other possible worlds might exist. Perhaps, there might be a version of me that was actually adopted by Doc. Technically, we quite know of one such other world - but I mean one where... where I might've been adopted at a much younger age."

"The possibilities certainly are endless," agreed Calvin K Eight. Glancing to his left, he added, "It look as if the younger version of us is... headed in this direction."

"Hello, you guys," greeted Teen Marty, as he joined the group. "Jenn is doing some bonding with Lisa, right now - so I really thought I'd join you guys. This music rocks, doesn't it?"

"It sure does," replied Marty K Jr, smiling. "This song reminds me of The Foo Fighters, a little - especially their song, Everlong."

"Who?" Teen Marty asked, confused. "I'm not familiar with... with whoever they are."

"Oh, yeah, you wouldn't know them," Marty K Jr replied, nervously. "The group was not around, until the late '90s." He glanced around the room, before adding, "So, uh, how are you handling the whole situation?"

"Well," Teen Marty replied, yawning, "let's just that say that the music is just about the only keeping me from complete exhaustion. Well, along with the curiosity of the whole situation. It's hard to believe that I'm the youngest in a sea of... of mes!"

"Not quite," Alex E replied, with a wink. "You forgot baby Marty! Granted, though, he isn't in our mansion. Lorraine left a little while ago, to pick up the twins."

"Hey, what about Dave?" gasped Teen Marty. "How's he handling the whole situation? I can't believe I almost forgot about him."

"The last I heard," replied Alex E, "he was given some sedatives. As soon as he wakes up, he probably won't remember the whole fiasco - or being threatened by Cliff. The same goes for Cliff's younger self. The Cliff of this world, I mean."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about young Cliff," gasped Clint E. "Anyway, I felt so bad for Dave. I mean, that poor young boy had such a scare."

"Yeah, that sure was scary," Teen Marty replied, shuddering. "I'd simply hate for him to have to remember such a terrifying incident. Well, there are plenty of people here who simply resemble me - and are the same age as me. Yeah, nobody else who looks like me and is my age actually... actually is me! Talk about freaky!"

"Goodness!" gasped Calvin K Nine, as he glanced at the teenage version of himself. "I guess that would be a little. At least, I have Calvin Eight for company - along with the versions of me from... from the world where we ended up in 2047, instead of 2017."

"Then again, Me Thirteen is probably in a rather similar situation," Marty K Jr pointed out, "but in reverse. He is the only version of us who is a middle-aged adult."

"What about me, though?" asked Calvin Jr. "I'm quite under the impression that most think me as... as another Marty McFly Sr counterpart. However, Marty McFly Sr is my father - so shouldn't I, rightfully, be the counterpart of Marty McFly Jr? As such, my son should be counterpart of the Marty IIIs."

"Personality-wise, I seem to have a little more in common with the Marty Jrs," pointed out Calvin III. "Of the PF worlds, as least - with a possible exception of the intellectual version of me. You married Jennifer Parker, as did most of the other... Marty Srs."

"Plus, in our world," added Calvin K Nine, "it's actually a little more complex, since I married my mother. Then again, in your world, that's not what happened."

"Please, do not discuss that around me," groaned Teen Marty, making a face. As he took in a deep breath, he added, "I still can't get over how... how there are two Calvin Kleins and a Clint Eastwood. Of course, I can't imagine being stuck in the past."

"It's so fascinating to see you, too," agreed Calvin K Nine, as he could barely take his eyes off the young man. "It's even more interesting to think of how, prior to October 26 of 1985 - in the original timeline - our lives were exactly the same."

"Not me, so much," pointed out Calvin K Eight. "I'm from a PF world - while you, Clint, and Teen Marty are all from EJ worlds. I know what you mean, though."

"As far as we know, that seems to be the case," Clint E replied, softly. "On the other hand, there could be a few very minor changes - original timeline, before time travel, EJ world - that we've overlooked. Then again, maybe not. Indeed, it is fascinating."

"Yes, definitely" Calvin Eight agreed. "After all, PF worlds are very different from EJ worlds. I heard there are other names for the Pinheads members, and the extended family of the McFly's and Browns are different. Also, there are some middle names that differ."

"That is rather weird" Teen Marty said. "Have you got any idea what caused that? Any common thing that draws it all back to one point where things disrupted?"

"I'm not Doc, am I?" Calvin Eight said, chuckling. "I have no idea, young me. I'd propose something, but it would be wrong, that's something I'm sure of. I can't tell."

"All right, everyone!" Doc Three then called out. "It's time to go to our bedrooms. My local counterparts have appointed a room to every group when available, and if they were not available, then there is sleeping place enough. It will all show itself to you once you go up. Good night!"

"That's right," agreed Emmett VB. "Alex, Emily, and Doc Eastwood - to the kitchen! The rest of you, upstairs!"

"Good night, you guys," commented Alex E. "It's been nice bonding with you lot, but you guys should get some sleep."

"Good night, Alex," replied Calvin K Nine, as Alex E and Clint E headed for the kitchen. He started to realize how exhausted he felt. "Well, you kids heard the Docs. It's really high time for us to hit the sack."

"Aw, shucks!" muttered Teen Marty. "I was really enjoying the music, even if much of it did sound unfamiliar to me. I mean, the music rocked."

"The same here," agreed Calvin III, "but there will still be tomorrow. And, let's face it, you're probably even more tired than I am."

"Indeed, I guess I am," admitted Teen Marty, as the group headed up the staircase. "Well, I just hope I can sleep next to my Jennifer. I'm so happy that the nightmare is over. I wonder what we're gonna do for breakfast, tomorrow."

"Marty!" cried out Teen Jennifer, as she ran to join her boyfriend. "I forgot how close I was to Lisa, even if it wasn't quite the Lisa of our world. Well, I am dead tired."

"I am, as well," added Alex K, nodding. "We'll sure have more time to enjoy ourselves, tomorrow. I wonder what Stacy's been up to, as well as... as the other Stebbs girls."

Just then, the group reached the second floor. Calvin K Nine's eyes popped out, as he could hardly believe what he saw. He now understood what Doc Three meant.

While the solution that had been made was fairly simple, it was also very smart in it's own Docs had set up the mansion second floor to get rooms for almost everyone. A name tag was on each door, and on some, there were two. There were a few tags missing, but that was because the mansion couldn't seat everyone. To solve that problem, the Docs had apparently placed a tag which said 'Thirteen to Twenty-One' on the stairs. Calvin gasped at it, amazed by what the Docs had done.

Moving over to the room labelled as room Nine - which was a small room leading up to a huge window, perfect for stargazing - Calvin saw that there were various mattresses there, on a bed or on the ground, with blankets, so that everyone could sleep as comfortable as possible. There were no labels in there, but there was an announcement taped to the inside of the door, saying: "Dear Group Nine. This is your bedroom. You can choose where you sleep. As you can see there is enough room for everyone. Breakfast will be served for your group tomorrow at 10:30 A.M. This should enable to give you enough rest. There is a television set inside. Good night, Emmett Von Braun and Christopher Lloyd Brown."

He then glanced around, to see if his entire group was in the room. Indeed, everyone was there and accounted for. His grandsons, Marty Jr and Alex, were there - as was his granddaughter, Marlene. Then there were Stephanie and Stacy Stebbs, along with Vincent McFly. Then, of course, there was Doc. It felt so nice to see the whole group reunited.

"All right, kids," announced Doc, "I guess Calvin and I can share a bed, and the rest of you can sleep with your... your respective romantic partners."

"It'll be so nice to get some sleep," commented Marlene, sighing. With that, he and Vincent lay on top of a mattress. "Ah, it's been a long day."

"Yeah, tell me about about it," muttered Stephanie, as she and Marty Jr lay on top of another mattress.

"I'm glad that the whole ordeal is over, now," agreed Stacy, as she and Alex lay on top of another mattress. "Well, good night to everyone."

"Good night, kids," called out Calvin, as he and Doc lay on top of the bed. "I guess we have no choice but to sleep in our clothes, tonight - but it could be a lot worse."

"Indeed, it could be," agreed Doc, stretching. He then instructed, "Lights out!"

With that, the lights were turned off - and Calvin felt his eyelids growing quite heavy. It was only a matter of moments, until he drifted off to the land of dreams.

oooooooooo

Clint Eastwood swallowed, as he glanced around the kitchen. Emmett Von Braun and Chris Brown were both there, along with Alex Eastwood and Emily Brown. Then there were also Claudia Wells Eastwood and Clara Clayton Brown.

"Well, I hope we managed to make our visitors all comfortable," commented Emmett. "I understand that they've been through a lot, particularly the ones from the earlier worlds."

"Yeah, they definitely have" Clint replied, shaking his head. "Poor other selves. Well, at least we finally managed to catch the bullies - and arrange sleeping arrangements, for all of them." As he realised what he just said, he blushed, adding: "The rescuers and former captives, I mean."

"We know what you meant, Clint" Christopher said. "Yeah, that's a positive point. Of course, it does bring up the matter what we're going to do with the bullies now."

"And how they are all finally going to get home" Clara added in agreement. She shook her head. "This is just so golly. I never expected something like this coming. To be fair, neither of us did, but I think that for me... well, I've never even seen another version of me."

"Yeah, out of Chris, Clint, you and I, you are the least experienced with that" Claudia agreed. "Of course, Alex and Emily have never really experienced that as well, but they're not part of the 'core group of time travellers', so to speak."

"It is definitely a weird situation" Alex said. "Still, I think we're managing this rather well, so far." He turned to his great-grandfather. "So, great-gramps, what's the plan that you've set up for us? I take it that they're going to have some rest first, according to that scheme that Dr. Von Braun and Emily's Dad thought up, and then you're going to work on a way to send them home?"

"Dr. Von Braun and Emily's Dad?" Emmett repeated, shaking his head. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm Emily's Dad, too. Sure, I never conceived her, since that hasn't happened in my life yet, but a simple DNA-test would prove that I am indeed her father. Still, so is Chris." He shook his head. "This is so odd. But then again, life has been so odd ever since September 12th, 1935, that I never expected to actually be able to concentrate on building the time machine."

"Yeah, you're progressing very nice on that" Clint said. "And I agree on that other point too - like with you, time travel and our odd situation never ceases to amaze, fascinate and confuse me. Our situation is rather weird, but it's been that for a long time now and will probably remain being so for a long time as well. We'd better make the best of it." He looked up at Alex. "That said, I can say that your hypothesis is absolutely correct. That's exactly what we're going to do."

"And just how are you going to do that, Dr. Eastwood?" Emily asked, smiling slightly.

"By the way," Alex added, softly, "I understand that our visitors brought along some Led Zeppelin music. I'm kind of curious to hear what they sound like. Do you think we could..."

"Tomorrow, we can," replied Clint - even though he himself could hardly wait to hear music by what had, ages ago, been his favourite rock band. "Some of our visitors are sleeping in the living room, so we must try to be as quiet as possible."

"Anyway, let's not lose our focus," added Chris. "We did figure out a way to send our visitors back home. We found out a way to determine which world and time everyone came from. So, as such, we'll not only be able to send everyone back to their worlds - but we'll also be able to return everyone to the same time as they left."

"I'm still amazed by who the World 21 folks were," Clint commented, sighing. "I didn't recognize Connor or Melissa - but, according to some of our other counterparts, they do appear in the sequels on Mind Warped. By the way, I sure wonder what trilogy of movies Michael J Fox will be doing, in this world."

"I'm still shocked with the... the Back to the Future trilogy," Claudia added, stunned. "Apparently, that trilogy quite centres around us - or, at least, versions of us. This is just so..."

"It is freaky," agreed Clint, "but it also... Well, I am curious to see what they're like. I guess neither of us are familiar with Teens in Time, but that really appears to be a... a movie trilogy that quite replaces Mind Warped... or Back to the Future... in some of the other worlds."

"And, it looks like we have the two movies of Mind Warped," added Claudia, stunned, "here in physical form."

"Anyway, we'd really better get back..." Clint started to say. With a sudden gasp, he added, "Hey, I just realized something! The Mind Warped folks have... have actually come from three different worlds. I remember that the original consisted of two worlds - while, apparently, the sequels introduced a third world."

"Yet, they really were captured in one place," added Chris, "from what we were told. I reckon that they would... that they would prefer to... return to the world where... where they were captured in."

"Well, that's pretty easy to resolve," Emmett explained. "If the whole group is holding hands, we will only need to thumb one of them - the person from the world that they would like to return to."

"That's quite true," Chris replied, softly. "Also, when we were talking with Me One and Me Three... Well, from my understanding, Group One quite has a vehicle that was left in World Three. Also, the 1987 folks from Group One simply has a vehicle that was left in 2017 of that same world. Something like that, anyway."

"We can expound on that, a little later," Chris suggested. "Me One and Me Three will be amongst the last to be aroused, as they were on the... the trip... the longest. For now, though, we should just switch gears - and discuss what should be done with the bullies... and how we're going to get them back home."

"By the way, what is the current status of the bullies?" asked Alex. "Emily and I gave you the envelopes, shortly before dinner - and... I'm real sure that over three hours have passed, since Emily and I simply knocked the bullies out. Plus, two were already unconscious - when I found them next to the... the train."

"Oh, they're still out" Clint answered. "They did have a long journey behind them, after all, so I think that when given some place to sit down and relax for more than a few minutes, they'd fall asleep anyway, even if they weren't knocked out by us. But yeah, those guys who were unconscious first are going to wake up first - especially since they joined so recently. We should try to think of something to do about that."

"Well, it's not like they can do much now" Chris pointed out. "After all, they've been shrunk to miniature size - and even if they were to wake up and break open the envelope - which I highly doubt, considering their size and strength compared to the envelope's - they'd have no place to go. Weren't you going to lock them up in a metal box in one of the kitchen cabinets?"

"That's right, I was" Clint said. "I still have them on me, now - but I'll be sure to do that, once the rest of you all have gone to bed."

"To bed?" Emily replied, chuckling. "Dr. Eastwood, I don't think I could sleep so well now, even if I wanted to. This has been a very exciting day, after all, as it would've been even if it had just been the twins being born. But with all these visitors from other dimensions... well, I don't think that I could sleep very easy."

"Well, I'm sure that this situation is fairly odd for the visitors we're having as well" Claudia pointed out. "And they're currently sound asleep."

"That's true, Mrs. Eastwood" Emily admitted. "Still, they've had a very long journey behind them. For us, the time of our body is the time which it says on the clock, which is only nine P.M. Given that both Alex and I are nineteen years old..."

"We understand, sweetheart" Clara said, patting the back of her daughter. "Still, you wouldn't want to miss too much of the events of tomorrow, would you? While I'm sure that you could be of some assistance for the time being, I'd like you to get to sleep as soon as possible. Tomorrow will be another long day."

"Same goes for you, Alex" Claudia agreed. "While your parents, Mike and Rachel, might not be here right now, we are your great-grandparents, and thus, we should have some authority on what you're going to do now. We only want the best for you, Alex. I'm sure that this might sound a little old-fashioned, but it's not. Your Great-Grandpa and I can't be old-fashioned... after all, this is the year of our birth."

As Alex smirked, having to admit his great-grandmother did have a point, Emmett frowned. "You do remind me of something, Mrs. East..." he began, but as the older woman shot him an all-too-familiar look hastily continuing, "...Claudia. Shouldn't we call Mike and Rachel and tell them where Alex is and why? I'm sure they're more than a little worried by now."

"Dr. Von Braun is right, Alex" Emily agreed. "You told your mother that you were going to go on a stroll in the park for an hour or two, which could be enlengthened to three hours if you were going to visit the twins, but there was no mention of staying away for half the day as you have now."

Alex had to agree with that. "You're probably right" he said. "Who's going to call them?"

"I will" Clint volunteered. "Then Emmett and Chris can have another look at their plan on how to bring the visitors back, and the rest of you can start cleaning up the house a little and preparing tomorrow's breakfast. I know it's no fun, but it has to be done."

"That's okay, Dr. Eastwood" Emily said. "What plan was that anyway? You still haven't exactly told me."

"That's because I don't know" Clint said, standing up and beginning to walk over to the telephone room. "You should go to Emmett and Chris for the exact details. All I know is that they had the basic idea, but it was going to take some time to fix, maybe a full day, and that's why they're going to request the help of some of the scientists that are visiting us. It had something to do with thumb-scanning that would allow one to track down the dimension the DNA-pattern is from. Ask them - I really have to make the phone call now." With that, he walked out of the room.

The phone room of Emmett Von Braun's mansion was just around the corner, clattered with devices as all of his rooms. Clint walked straight over to the telephone video screen in the centre. "Please connect me with Michael George Eastwood, Brown Drive 1207, Lyon Estates, Hill Valley, California, USA" he requested.

Within seconds, the connection was made, and the sound of a phone ringing could be heard. After about ten seconds, the black screen vanished and was replaced by the clearly tired face of someone who looked exactly like himself a few decades younger. Clint had to smile - he was always surprised by how, even in the past, the look-alike pattern had continued throughout the generations. Alex, Michael and Emmett Eastwood, his great-grandson, grandson and son respectively, all were the spitting image of him at their own various ages.

"Evening, Grandpa Eastwood" Michael said, looking a bit surprised at him. "What's the matter? Why are you calling me now?"

"Well, there's something I have to discuss with you" Clint said, frowning a little at the scene behind Michael. It looked as if a party had just been celebrated there. He wondered why.

"Such as why you didn't show up for my fortieth birthday party?" Michael replied, immediately providing him with the answer to the question, be it an answer that he did not exactly like.

Clint gasped at the news. "Great Scott!" he blurted out. How could he have forgotten the dinner that evening! He'd been looking forwards to it for weeks! "Mike, I'm so sorry!"

"It's all right, grandpa" Mike assured him. "Whenever you don't show up, it's for a good reason. So, what was the reason this time?"

"I forgot" Clint admitted. As Mike began to frown, he quickly continued: "But I had a good reason to forgot, Mike, and that's exactly why Alex and Emily didn't show up either. We've got some visitors here - visitors from another dimension."

Mike's eyes went wide. "Another what now?" he asked, confused.

"Dimension" Clint said. "Other worlds, over twenty of them all together, and all of them are worlds in which I did go home in 1885." Of course, in the Teens In Time and Mind Warped Universe, he'd never been there in the first place 'cause he didn't exist, but that was too long of a story to be told now.

"Whoa" Mike said. "Heavy. And kind of cool, I guess. Any chance that we could come over? Dad's here too, and he'd love to see it for himself as well. I know he would."

"I don't doubt that" Clint said, knowing his son and grandson all too well. "Yes, you can come, but only tomorrow. They're all asleep now, exhausted from a very long journey through dimensions which I'll explain later. And for that matter - Alex is sleeping here tonight, along with Emily."

"Okay Gramps" Mike said. "I'll pass on the message. Good night." As Clint gave a similar response, he shut down the connection, making the screen black again.

As Clint left the telephone room, he caught sight of Alex and Emily simply heading into the guest room. He hoped that the visitors would not actually feel too upset with Alex and Emily having a room to themselves. He sighed, as he then figured that the others would really only feel happy to be reunited - since he knew that most of the girls were separated from the others during that long trip.

He sighed, just as he glanced towards the living room - which had been partitioned into two parts. Groups Thirteen through Sixteen occupied one half, while Groups Seventeen through Twenty-One occupied the other half.

"How did Mike take it, Clint?" asked Claudia, as Clint stepped back into the kitchen.

"We missed his birthday party," Clint commented, softly. "Remember? Even though his birthday was almost two weeks ago, he actually wished to have his party on the same day that the twins were born."

"Great Scott!" gasped Chris. "I can't believe we forgot all about that! Man, this has been such a big day for us - this has completely..."

Just then, the door bell rang. Clint sighed, as he wondered who it could be. The last thing he needed was to have more company. To his relief, he saw that it was only Seamus George McFly, his great-great-grandfather. Seamus had learned about his secret back in the year 1885.

"Hey, there, Clint," called out Seamus. Even though he lived in the United States for a little over ninety years, he still had a faint Irish accent. "How are you doing?"

"It's been a long day, Seamus," Clint replied, sighing. "You learned about... about our secret... over eighty years ago. As it turns out, we have visitors from... from other dimensions. They're all asleep, now - and we also just sent Alex and Emily to bed."

"This is very interesting," muttered Seamus. "So, uh, how many visitors do you have?"

"We do have precisely 165 visitors," explained Emmett. "If you count the bullies, that brings the total to 171."

"Bullies?" Seamus asked, as his eyes grew wide. "What's going on here, exactly?"

"It's a long story," Chris explained, wearily. "We could put on some tea, head into the den, and then I'll tell you everything."

"Aye," Seamus replied, nodding. "Well, I just came here from Mike's birthday party - and he was a mite disappointed that you didn't show up. I guess I now know why."

"Yeah, I just called up Mike," Clint replied, nervously. "He was very disappointed that I didn't show up. He probably felt quite disappointed that Alex and Emily also weren't there."

"Sally and Toby were both there," explained Seamus, "and they were quite wondering where their friends were. Would you like me to come, tomorrow morning? I'll just make my special pancakes for everyone."

"That would really be great," Clint replied, smiling, "if you don't mind. Yeah, we'll have to think of what to tell Toby and Sally - since they don't know about..."

Seamus nodded, with understanding - as he and Clint headed towards the den. Chris, Clara, Emmett, and Claudia all joined them. While the guests really were all, without a doubt, simply fast asleep - and Alex and Emily were sent off to bed - the night for the older locals was not actually anywhere close to being over. Indeed, a cup of tea was what they needed.