8:45 PM PST
Gravestone Universe
"Look, Doc," the visiting Marty said, firmly, "either you can stop feeling such hatred towards me and become my friend again, or you could stay in that chair in the rest of your life. It's your choice! Hey, maybe I could just leave you here - and I'll try to find my way home all by myself. How would you like that, huh?"
"No, Marty, don't," the local Doc said, softly. "I don't want you to become stranded. If this person in the chair truly is my other self, then he'll eventually make up with you. I wonder if it's maybe all this inter-dimensional travel that's getting to him."
Before the visiting Doc could comment, his counterpart quickly shoved a sock back in his mouth. The visiting Marty was trying so hard to hold back his tears.
"All right, everyone," announced the local Doc, "why don't I go scoop up some ice cream, and then the two Martys can compare their lives. I have a real feeling that our visitor is the same Marty that I spent a few days with back in 1955."
"You mean from the time I ran up to you on November 12," the visiting Marty asked, "and you freaked so, so I have to bring you time - to the time when you dressed me up in that outfit and sent me back to 1885 to save the other you from being shot?"
"Precisely," the local Doc replied. "You see, our Marty never did show up on those days - so I always have wondered what had become of you. It really does appear that you are the same person. I must say that it's really nice to see you, again."
The visiting Marty suddenly threw his arms around the local Doc, and he hugged him tightly. It was so nice to be able to see this version of Doc again. After that, the local Doc headed towards the kitchen - so that he could scoop up some ice cream.
The visiting Marty turned to his counterpart, and asked, "So I am guessing that our original week in 1955 was the same, right? Granted, the ravine did have a different name - but it's not like I really thought about the ravine during that week."
"Yeah, I think so," the local Marty replied. "Also, I do have some questions regarding the last day I spent in 1955. As I was running out of the door, after I told my parents about how one of their kids would set fire to the living room rug on fire at eight - and that they should go easy on him, I ran into someone that I thought looked like me."
"Yeah, that would be me," the visiting Marty said, blushing. "Biff managed to confront me outside of the school, and he provoked me into fighting him by asking me if I was a 'chicken'. I actually let him get the better of me, so I then had to chase Biff through that tunnel - until I finally was able to grab the almanac from him."
"Whoa, this is heavy," breathed the local Marty. "Hey, when my mother was telling me about how, when she had kids, she would let them do anything they wanted - I immediately told her that I would really like to have that in writing, and I thought I could hear someone who sounded like me agreeing with me. Was that you?"
"Yeah, it was," the visiting Marty replied, with a small smile. "I thought Strickland did manage to take the almanac away from Biff, so I was following him into the building. I just managed to pass the car you guys were in along the way."
"And one other thing," the local Marty said, smiling, "just as I was leaving that stage after playing Johnny B Goode, I really did notice that Biff's thugs were knocked out by those sandbags. Do you know what that was about, by any chance?"
"Uh, yeah," the visiting Marty replied. "Biff's thugs were chasing after me, and they had followed me into the gym. I was hiding under that refreshments table, and just after the gang ran into the gym, they noticed you were on that stage - as you were playing Johnny B Goode. I was really worried that they may jump you, which could have created a paradox. So it was important for me to take action right away."
"So how did you end up in our reality anyway?" the local Marty asked.
"Just about a minute after Doc was sent back to 1885," the visiting Marty explained, "I had received a letter from Doc that was sent from Western Union. I guess reality had changed around me, right after the DeLorean was struck by lightning."
"Whoa, this is heavy," the local Marty breathed. "Did you still remember the name of that ravine after the incident, or did you just know it as Shonash Ravine?"
"Well, I wasn't exactly thinking about that ravine," the visiting Marty replied. "I did still know the ravine as Clayton Ravine, though. I suppose that was because I was outside of my time. After all, I didn't belong in 2015. It's real similar to how reality changed around us in 2015, after Biff came back from 1955. Only we hadn't really noticed until we ended up in that Biffhorric reality, which was terrible."
"Here is your ice cream, everyone," the local Doc said, after he came back into the room. "Hey, Marty Two, I still remember how you felt after you saw my other self's gravestone at Boot Hill Cemetery. You really did cry about it, as I recall."
"I just could not bear that thought of never seeing you again," the visiting Marty said, rather tearfully. "After all, I already watched you get shot by those Libyan terrorists - and then I was bothered that I may never see you again. I really do love you, Doc."
"Yeah, I also remember how bad I felt," the local Doc continued, "after I finally got around to taping up the letter that you wrote for me. I right away realized why you were quite desperate to tell me about my future. I was quite touched by how much you cared about me. Do you know how hard it was for me to wait for 1975?"
"I suppose that was a rather long wait for you," the visiting Marty said, sighing. "You know, I really wonder if there's a reality where I hadn't seen you for thirty years."
"Hey, Emmett," Clara said, as she walked into the room. "Here are those papers that your other self wrote to Marty. I was really moved by that latter, and it was not even addressed to me." Clara then read out what one of the sheets said, "And so, Marty, I now say farewell and wish you godspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me - and you made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship - and will think on you with fond memories, warm feelings and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, 'Doc' Emmett L Brown."
The visiting Marty immediately bowed his head, as tears started to trickle down his cheeks. It was rather heartbreaking to think that his older friend had said all those hurtful things to him. He suddenly heard a sniff coming from the chair.
The visiting Marty slowly went up to his older friend, and he removed the sock from the visiting Doc's mouth. Marty's lips began to tremble, as he started sobbing.
"Marty," the visiting Doc said, tearfully. "Marty? Oh, I am so sorry about everything. I know I said some very horrible things to you - and, if you never forgive me, I can understand. I really think it is important for us to try to get home, though."
"Oh, Doc, I was so worried that I lost you forever," the visiting Marty sobbed. "If you really do want to be my friend, again - then I think that's great."
The visiting Marty quickly glanced at his counterpart, and noticed that were tears in his eyes. As he looked around the room, he noticed that there was not a dry eye in the room. The two Martys embraced, as the local Doc and Clara were releasing the visiting Doc. After the visiting Doc was released, the visiting Marty hopped onto the lap of his older friend and sobbed on his shoulder. The visiting Doc quickly drew his young friend close to him, and cradled him back and forth.
"I think we need to take a few pictures, before you guys go," suggested Clara. "Well, I guess all's well that ends well, as the popular saying goes. I am quite glad that you two were finally able to make up. It sure scared me to see you like a, uh, madman."
"Well, I guess I can't blame my young friend for being so stubborn," the visiting Doc said, indulgently. "I feel so awful about all the terrible things I have said to him."
"Well, let's take a few pictures," suggested Clara, "and then you guys might as well head on your way. I hope that the two of you are able to find your way home."
The visiting Marty threw his around the local Doc, and he said, "Thank you so much for everything. Also, it was so nice to see you again - and to catch up on old times."