When Marty arrived home, he dashed around the house. Thank God it was empty. If he hurried, he could find what he needed and return it before his mom

noticed. And he knew without a doubt that she would notice. He ran from room to room, searching through drawers and closets. With no luck, he tried his

parents' room. But he stopped suddenly and gazed at his surroundings.

The room no longer looked like it had been pulled from a page of a 1950's issue of Good Housekeeping. It was completely transformed with a huge bed in the

center and lace curtains on the windows in shades of pink and green. Big green and pink pillows were piled on the bed and the room as neat as a pin. Something

had definitely changed since he'd successfully gotten his parents together. The sight made him smile.

Remembering that he was on a mission, he quickly opened each and every drawer with no luck. He was about to give up when he saw his mother's hope chest

(the one on which she'd laid his pants as a teenager) against the wall. Slowly he opened the lid and began to search through the array of stuff t inside. His

mother had clearly saved everything from her entire existence. But finally he found it; an envelope tucked away in a box that, when he opened it, reeked of

faded perfume. On the front of the envelope, written in his mother's handwriting were the words "Enchantment Under The Sea"

"Perfect."

He closed the lid and put the envelope in his jacket pocket, grateful that he was able to get out of his parents room unnoticed. He crossed the hall to his room

and the moment he sat down on his bed, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

Marty's heart warmed at her sweet voice.

"Hey, Jen."

"I missed you. It's no fun walking home from school by myself."

"I know. I'm sorry, Jen. It's just that I had promised the doc, and I-."

"I'm kidding, Marty. I understand. But you'll walk home with me tomorrow, right?"

"Of course. That is, if I get back in time."

A pause and then- "What does that mean?"

"Nothing. Of course I'll walk you home tomorrow. Walking home with you, our arms around each other, is the highlight of my day."

He could almost see her smiling and he wished that he had a TV like the one in 2015 so that he could see Jennifer's beautiful face.

"All right. You're forgiven. I'll see you tomorrow. And Marty, we'd better not be late for class anymore. Mr. Strickland already threatened me once with

suspension."

Marty sat up straight, his heart racing. He hadn't counted on this. "What? When?"

"Well, he hasn't threatened in so many words, but I know it's coming."

"Look, don't worry about it. I promise everything will be fine. I'm sorry I made you late for class and I promise to make it up to you-that, and not being there to

walk you home today."

"All right. You're forgiven. If I didn't love you so much, I might not be so inclined to forgive you, though. Just remember that."

"I'll never forget it. And I love you too."

He hung up the phone and smiled. He'd love Jennifer until the end of time-and everyone knew that time had no end.