9:55 PM PST
Marty Two turned around to see the van pulling to a halt. A man stepped out. Marty Two wondered what this man could possibly want.
"Mr. McFly?" called out the mysterious man.
Marty turned around, to see the man wearing a hat and a trenchcoat. Marty Two's heart skipped a beat, as the man seemed a little intimidating.
"Huh?" Marty Two asked, with confusion. How did this man know his name?
"Is your name Marty McFly?" repeated the strange man.
"Yeah?" Marty Two replied, a bit nervously. He was getting freaked out, since the only person from this era who knew his true identity was Doc of 1955.
"I've got something for you," the man replied. Marty Two really began to panic, as he almost expected that man to pull out a gun. "A letter," he added, in a rather friendlier voice, as he pulled out a letter. Marty Two was now stunned.
"A letter for me?" Marty Two asked, incredulously. "That's impossible." He put the walkie-talkie away. "Who the hell are you?"
"Western Union," the man replied. "Actually, a bunch of us guys at the office were kinda hoping maybe you could shed some light on the subject. You see, we've had that envelope in our possession for the past seventy years." As Marty Two started to open the letter, the man continued, "It was given to use with the explicit instructions that it be delivered to a young man with your description..." He got his umbrella out, while he added, "... answering to the name of Marty, at this exact location, at this exact minute, November 12, 1955. We had a little bet as to whether this Marty would actually be here - looks like I lost!" He laughed a little bit.
"Did you say seventy years?" Marty Two asked, shocked. He wondered who from seventy years in the past could possibly write to him.
"Yeah," the Western Union man replied. "Seventy years, two months, and twelve days to be exact. Here, sign on line six, please. Here you are."
As the Western Union man gave Marty Two a clipboard, Marty Two signed on line six. He read the bottom of the letter - which said, "Doc Emmett L Brown, September 1, 1885"
"It's from the Doc!" Marty Two said, as he was overjoyed. Beginning to read, he said, "Dear Marty, if my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I am alive and well. I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt... 1885?" Marty Two asked, confused "September 1885! Argh!"
"No, wait, kid," insisted the Western Union man. "Wait a minute! What's this all about?"
"He's alive!" Marty Two explained, as he forgot who he was talking to. "The Doc's alive! He's in the Old West, but he's alive!"
"Tell me, kid," the Western Union man asked, with concern, "are you all right? Do you need any help?"
"There's only one man who can help me," Marty Two replied, as he hopped onto his hoverboard and made his way to the Courthouse Square.
oooooooooo
As Marty Jr and Harmony was heading towards River Road, they saw a very strange sight. The members of Biff's gang were there, as they were taunting him.
"Why are you guys treating me like this?" Biff protested, wih a trace of hurt. "You are supposed to be my friends. We've been friends for many years now."
"You let the school loser punch you out," Match said, accusingly, "and you let Calvin Klein push you into manure twice. Why should we continue to be friends with a very sissy man like you? You're not worthy of our friendship, anymore."
"You know, Harmony," Marty Jr said, quietly, "I'm just not sure whether I should be happy that Biff's friends are really turning on him, or if I should really feel sorry for him. You must admit that they are being quite cruel to their old leader."
"Well, you know what I would like to see?" Harmony asked. "I really would love to see the day that the members of Griff's gang turn on him like that."
"You are just as much of a loser than George McFly," added Skinhead. "In fact, you are an even bigger loser than him. Don't even contact us again, Biff!"
"How can you guys do this to me!" protested Biff, as he was actually on the verge of tears. "I can't believe you would abandon me like that. I thought pretty good friends were supposed to stick with each other through thick and thin."
"Yeah, let's hear it from the expert," Marty Jr said, chuckling. "It's amazing what he would actually resort to in a situation like this. He deserves what he's getting."
"Well, you thought wrong!" 3-D sneered. "You will be all alone for the rest of your life, and nobody will want you around. You have nobody but yourself to blame for this. You're the one who let George McFly get the better of you."
"On the other hand, though," Marty Jr added, "I can't help but feel a little guilty how I'm really taking pleasure in his misery. I know he really hasn't had the easiest life, and I... Well, I'm just torn on what I should feel about the whole situation."
"What I really would like to know is what excuse his grandson, Griff, has," Harmony commented. "Griff is actually an even worse sort than his grandfather was - and his father actually encourages his bullying behaviour. I really can't pity him."
Marty Jr was stunned, as he took a close look at Biff. "I really can't believe that Biff is actually crying right now. It sure is not a sight that anyone would expect to see!"
"I would love to see Griff reduced to tears like that," Harmony replied. "It's a shame that he has all these bionic implants. Well, maybe we could hope that these implants short-circuit one of these days - and Griff will actually end up in the hospital."
"Well, let's head over to the clock tower, now," suggested Marty Jr. "The big moment will be arriving very soon, and we certainly don't wish to miss it.
oooooooooo
"Damn, where is that kid?" Doc '55 asked, with frustration. After all, he was doing all of this for Marty - but if Marty missed this chance, he would have nobody but himself to blame. Doc '55 might actually have gone through all the work for nothing. "Damn. Damn, damn."
To Doc 55's relief, he saw Marty One pull up in the Packard. He was still feeling a bit annoyed, as Marty One ran up to him. What took that kid so long?
"You're late," Doc '55 chided. "Do you have no concept of time?"
"Hey c'mon," protested Marty One, "I had to change. You think I'm going back in that, that zoot suit? The old man really came through, it worked!"
"What?" Doc '55 asked, stunned. After all, Marty One was barely a threat to George.
"He laid out Biff in one punch!" explained Marty One. "I never knew he had it in him! He never stood up to Biff in his life!"
Doc '55 looked at the photograph, as he saw how Marty, Linda and Dave were all restored. "Never?" he asked, a bit worriedly. He had a feeling that the plan might have gone very differently than expected, but he didn't have time to worry about what all happened. He was already real pressed for time.
"No, why, what's the matter?" asked Marty One.
Doc '55 slipped the photo back in Marty One's pocket, as he shook his head. As the photo looked fine, the future would most likely be five. It would be too hard waiting or the next thirty years to go buy, but Marty would probably be fine.
"All right, let's set your destination time," Doc '55 told Marty One, as he knew it was time to get down to business. "This is the exact time you left. I'm gonna send you back at exactly the same time. It'll be like you never left. Now, I painted a white line on the street way over there, that's where you start from. I've calculated the distance and wind resistance retroactive from the moment the lightning strikes, at exactly..." Doc '55 checked his watch, and continued, "... seven minutes and 22 seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas."
"Right," replied Marty One, as he seemed a little confused.
"Well, I guess that's everything," added Doc '55, as he felt a little sadness.
"Thanks," said Marty One, as he seemed to be trying to hold back his tears. Doc '55 didn't really understand why his young friend seemed pretty sad. After all, he would be seeing Doc again in 1985, wouldn't he?
"Thank you," replied Doc '55, as he realized how lonely he would be, after his young friend returned home.
Marty One then hugged Doc '55, not wanting to let go. He was also trying quite hard to not cry. Doc '55 really was stunned by the way that his young friend hugged him. He just hugged his young friend back, as he would really miss Marty.
"In about thirty years," added Doc '55, as he realized jow long it would be.
"I hope so," said Marty One, swallowing back a sob.
"Don't worry," Doc '55 assured Marty One. "As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine."
"Right,' said Marty One, blinking back tears. Doc '55 was really concerned, now.
Doc '55 then reached into his pocket, as he found a note. He was not annoyed with how his young friend kept disregarding his warning.