Chapter 7
Wednesday October 21st 2015
10:45am
Marty was dragged into the Lyon Estates Prison, and shoved into an empty cell. Griff, Data, Whitey and Spike were shoved into different cells.
"But I'm telling you I'm innocent!" Marty told Reese.
"Save it for the jury kid." Reese said. He walked off.
Marty looked in his pocket to see if the almanac was still there. It wasn't! Marty looked and saw that Reese had the almanac in his hand!
Quickly Marty got out the walkie-talkie.
"DOC! Doc damn it come in!"
"Marty what's wrong?" Doc said.
"The police thought I was part of that hoverboard incident, and maybe I was, just a little, but they took me to jail and got the almanac from me!" Marty cried.
"Great Scott! Don't worry, I'll think of something Marty." Doc said.
"Ten four." Marty said.
* * *
Doc Brown closed the walkie-talkie and began pacing to and from. Clara saw him.
"Emmett?" She said, worried. "What's wrong?"
"Marty was caught and was sentenced to jail! The police also have the almanac." Doc said.
"Great Scott!" Jules said, sounding like a junior version of his father. "I told you he should have used the sleep inducer on-"
Jules stopped talking. Doc's eyes widened.
"That's it! I'll use the sleep inducer. Why didn't I think of it before?" Doc said. "I'm going over to help him."
"What are you going to do?" Clara said.
"No time! I must go! Watch the kids and the time machine!" Doc said. He then began running down the bridge and into town.
* * *
Marty closed the walkie-talkie. "Great. How do I get out now?" Marty said to himself.
"There is no way out." A voice said.
Marty turned around and realized he wasn't the only person in this cell. A man was on one of the beds. He had light blond hair with streaks of grey and a prisoner's uniform on. Marty stared at him. The man looked very familiar.
"Well, if it isn't my grand nephew, Marty Jr." He said.
"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" Marty said.
The man looked surprised. "Don't you recognise me? I'm your great uncle, Joey." He said.
Marty gasped. Uncle Jailbird Joey! He thought.
"Oh yeah." Marty said.
"So what are you doing in here?" Uncle Joey asked, lighting up a cigarette and taking a puff.
"I was wrongly accused of doing something I didn't do." Marty said.
"That so? Well, 30 years ago I was supposed to get my parole, but I failed and ended up back in jail. Ugh." Joey said, blowing some smoke.
Marty nodded. "I'm innocent! How do I get out of there?" Marty said.
Joey shook his head. "At the Data-Fax court of course. For a teenager, you sure don't know much about today." He said.
Maybe because I'm from 1985, Marty thought.
"Anyway, I'm still in here, but maybe, just maybe I'll get my parole this time. You never know what the future holds." Joey said, taking a long drag.
"Unless you have a time machine." Marty said under his breath.
Wednesday October 21st 2015
10:45am
Marty was dragged into the Lyon Estates Prison, and shoved into an empty cell. Griff, Data, Whitey and Spike were shoved into different cells.
"But I'm telling you I'm innocent!" Marty told Reese.
"Save it for the jury kid." Reese said. He walked off.
Marty looked in his pocket to see if the almanac was still there. It wasn't! Marty looked and saw that Reese had the almanac in his hand!
Quickly Marty got out the walkie-talkie.
"DOC! Doc damn it come in!"
"Marty what's wrong?" Doc said.
"The police thought I was part of that hoverboard incident, and maybe I was, just a little, but they took me to jail and got the almanac from me!" Marty cried.
"Great Scott! Don't worry, I'll think of something Marty." Doc said.
"Ten four." Marty said.
* * *
Doc Brown closed the walkie-talkie and began pacing to and from. Clara saw him.
"Emmett?" She said, worried. "What's wrong?"
"Marty was caught and was sentenced to jail! The police also have the almanac." Doc said.
"Great Scott!" Jules said, sounding like a junior version of his father. "I told you he should have used the sleep inducer on-"
Jules stopped talking. Doc's eyes widened.
"That's it! I'll use the sleep inducer. Why didn't I think of it before?" Doc said. "I'm going over to help him."
"What are you going to do?" Clara said.
"No time! I must go! Watch the kids and the time machine!" Doc said. He then began running down the bridge and into town.
* * *
Marty closed the walkie-talkie. "Great. How do I get out now?" Marty said to himself.
"There is no way out." A voice said.
Marty turned around and realized he wasn't the only person in this cell. A man was on one of the beds. He had light blond hair with streaks of grey and a prisoner's uniform on. Marty stared at him. The man looked very familiar.
"Well, if it isn't my grand nephew, Marty Jr." He said.
"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" Marty said.
The man looked surprised. "Don't you recognise me? I'm your great uncle, Joey." He said.
Marty gasped. Uncle Jailbird Joey! He thought.
"Oh yeah." Marty said.
"So what are you doing in here?" Uncle Joey asked, lighting up a cigarette and taking a puff.
"I was wrongly accused of doing something I didn't do." Marty said.
"That so? Well, 30 years ago I was supposed to get my parole, but I failed and ended up back in jail. Ugh." Joey said, blowing some smoke.
Marty nodded. "I'm innocent! How do I get out of there?" Marty said.
Joey shook his head. "At the Data-Fax court of course. For a teenager, you sure don't know much about today." He said.
Maybe because I'm from 1985, Marty thought.
"Anyway, I'm still in here, but maybe, just maybe I'll get my parole this time. You never know what the future holds." Joey said, taking a long drag.
"Unless you have a time machine." Marty said under his breath.