(November 13, 1955)

(7:10 am)

The trio and the dog make their way back to the garage. Doc took the letter from Ally and began to read it. He holds a magnifying glass over the paper so he could read it more clearly.

"Dear Marty and Ally, if my calculations are correct, you two should receive this letter right after you two saw the Delorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I'm alive and well. I've been living happily these past seven months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that struck the Delorean caused the gigawatts to overload, which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor, and sent me back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately, the car will never fly again," Doc finished reading, looking at the siblings.

Marty was wearing the thinking device on his head. Ally helped balance it on his head. "It actually flew?" Doc asked in amazement. "Well, yeah. You had a hover conversion done when you were in the early 21st century," Marty replied. "Yeah, it was pretty cool. Wish you could see it," Ally added with a smile.

"Incredible!" Doc exclaimed and continued to read, "I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front while I attempted to repair the damage to the time circuits. Unfortunately, this proved impossible because suitable replacement parts will not be invented until 1947. However, I've gotten quite adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons,"

He stops reading and gave a smile, turning towards the siblings. "1885! Imagine I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Old West!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up for a second. Marty grinned at him and said, "Pretty heavy, huh?" "I bet this is your idea of retirement, huh, Doc?" Ally asked, smiling also.

"Indeed, Allison!" Doc replied before he continued reading, "I have buried the Delorean in the Delgado mine adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully, it will remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside, you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart should have no problem repairing it so you two can drive it back to the future. Once the both of you have returned to 1985, destroy the time machine," Doc looks at the siblings in confusion.

"Destroy it?" Doc asked in confusion. "It's a long story, Doc," Ally says. "But, the short version of it is that you've found out that it caused too many paradox situations," Marty finished, taking the mind-reading device off of his head and setting it on the table.

"Interesting," he said before continuing to read, "Do not, I repeat, do not attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide-open spaces, and I fear that unnecessary time travel only further risks disruption of the space-time continuum. And please take care of Einstein for me,"

Doc looks at the siblings again. "Einstein?" he questioned. "He's your dog, Doc," Marty said. "Yeah, Einstein is what you call your dog in 1985," Ally finished, looking up at Doc. They walk over to a chess table and start playing the game.

Doc shook his head and continued to read, and as he read, Marty and Ally came over to read the letters too. "And so, Marty and Ally, I wish you both God speed. You both have been good, kind, caring, and I will treasure all of our times together and think upon both of you with warm feelings. I hope you both have a great future. Your friend in time, Doctor 'Doc' Emmett L. Brown. September 1, 1885,"

Doc had tears in his eyes while he read this. "I never knew I could write anything so touching," he said with a sniffle. "We know, Doc," Marty said, patting Doc on the right shoulder. "You write beautifully," Ally agreed, walking over to an experiment by Doc that was sitting on the coffee table.

Doc's puppy, Copernicus, whimpered from the sofa. "Oh, it's alright, Copernicus. Everything's going to be fine," Doc assured the puppy. Marty felt guilty and rubbed the back of his neck. "Doc, I'm so sorry. It's my fault that you're stuck back there. I shouldn't have let Biff get to me," Marty said, looking down at his feet.

Ally looked at her big brother and gave him a hug. "Stop torturing yourself, Marty. It's my fault also, I was the one who riled him up. But at least Doc is happy where he is. So we don't have to worry about him anymore," she said to him. He hugged her back for a moment before pulling away.

"Yes, and besides, there are worse places to be than the Old West. I could've ended up in the Dark Ages but they probably would burn me at the stake for having a weird hairdresser," Doc said, looking at the map that was provided to them, "Now, according to this map, the Delorean is sealed off in a side tunnel. We may have to blast,"

(November 13, 1955)

(4:30 PM)

The trio make their way to the Boot Hill Cemetery, Doc blasted the entrance to the mine so they could get inside. They hid behind a gravestone.

"Whoa, I think you woke up the dead with that blast," Marty commented. "Yeah, I didn't need any coffee," Ally joked. Doc hands Marty the video camera and says, "Take this camera, I wanna document everything,"

"Ally, I think you should take the pictures. Besides, you're better at it than me," he said. "Right, remember that party we went to a few years ago? You couldn't shoot anybody's faces, or they looked like something from our nightmares," Ally commented.

Marty's face became red in embarrassment. "Hey, it isn't my fault," he said with a smirk.

The trio enters the mine and starts to walk in the direction that the map said. The three of them, including Copernicus, were wearing hard hats with flashlights attached to the front so they could see where they were going.

"You know, once I tried to get to the center of the earth after reading the book by Jules Verne, my favorite author. That's when I realized that I wanted to become a scientist," Doc said to the siblings.

"Nah, I'm more into music. I'd rather keep writing music for not only Marty but for other music artists," Ally said. "Same here, but I want to be a rock star or a top music agent. Ally, you could still write the music," Marty added. Ally smiled up at her brother, knowing it would be possibly true.

Marty then sees Doc's initials engraved on a piece of wood that was nailed into the wall "Look, there it is!" Marty exclaimed. They run to the boarded-up wall. "My initials! Just like in 'Journey to the Center of the Earth'!" Doc said ecstatically. "Smile," she joked as she took a picture of the initials.

The trio chop through the wood and find the Delorean inside. It is covered with a tarp that's been collecting dust for the past seven decades. "Unbelievable. It's been buried here for 70 years, 2 months, and 13 days. Astounding," Doc sighed in excitement.

Ally takes a picture of the covered Delorean. Marty takes out the letters that had instructions on how to get the Delorean fixed. 'As you can see, the lightning bolt fried the time circuit microchip. The attach schema..." Marty read aloud, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Schematics," Doc corrected. "Schematics," Marty said, picking up right where he left off, "Will show you the appropriate parts to find a replacement unit," Ally looked at the chip that Doc was inspecting. "Jeez, can't believe that little chip would be the source of the trouble we're in," she commented.

"No wonder this unit failed. It was made in Japan," Doc said with a defeated sigh. Marty glanced up at Doc with a raised brow, exasperated at what he said. "What do you mean, Doc? Japan makes the best stuff," Marty said. "Yeah, Doc. Some of the stuff I have is made from Japan," Ally added. "Unbelievable," Doc said.

Outside of the mine, they bring the Delorean out via tow-truck. It's late at night by the time they got the Delorean out. "I always wondered since I've spent a significant amount of time in 1885, that I've made the history books. I wonder... could I go to the library and look myself up," Doc said.

"Eh, we don't know about that, Doc," Marty said, holding a large flashlight. "You were the one telling us that we shouldn't know too much about our own futures," Ally said. "You're right about that, Allison. I know too much already," Doc said, turning towards the tow truck, "Copernicus! C'mon, boy!" The little dog doesn't come.

"I'll get him, Doc," Ally said, walking from the truck. "Let me come with you," Marty said, taking her by the shoulder. Ally turned towards her brother and looked up at him. "I'll be fine, Marty. There's not going to be some alien creature out here to snatch me up," she said as a joke.

Marty, of course, had become more protective of his younger sister. "Let me come, Ally," Marty persisted. Ally knew that Marty wouldn't give in that quickly. "Alright fine. Let's go," she said, turning around to fetch the little puppy.

Copernicus is by a gravestone, giving quiet whimpers. Ally goes to pick him up and quickly glances at the tombstone. However, she took a few steps before she froze. She comes back over to the gravestone, shining the light on it.

Her face instantly turns pale and she felt sick. Marty notices the look on her face and instantly goes over to her. "Ally, what's wrong?" he asked. "Look!" she exclaimed, pulling her brother down to his knees so he could see the gravestone.

Marty's face turns pale when he read the tombstone. 'In Memory of Emmet L. Brown'. "DOC!" Ally screamed. "DOC! Come here! Quick!" Marty shouted. Doc quickly turns around from the truck and runs over to them.

"What's wrong? You two look as if you've seen a ghost!" Doc asked. Ally glanced up at him, a fearful look in her eyes. "You're not far off, Doc," she said. "Take a look," Marty said. Doc walks around the siblings to face the stone. "Oh, Great Scott!" he exclaimed, clutching his chest, his eyes widened in horror.

"Listen to this! 'Died September 7, 1885!' That's a week after you wrote the letter, Doc!" Marty read. Ally scooted forward and read more of the inscription, "Erected in loving memory by his beloved Clara,' Who the hell's Clara?" she asked, standing up with Marty.

"Marty, Ally, please don't stand there!" Doc exclaimed. They both look down and see that they're standing atop the grave, to which they quickly get off it. "I gotta get a picture of this," Ally said, taking a picture of the tombstone.

Doc stepped closer to read the inscription, "'Shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of eighty dollars?!'" He looks over at the siblings, "What kind of a future do you two call that?!"

"A terrible one if it got you shot," Ally said. Marty shot her a look, "Not the right time for that joke. But... you might be right,"