Chapter 10
Saturday, October 24th
2: 14 P. M.
The Time Tripper's followed Jules's Caddy towards the neighborhood which housed the Browns and the McFlys. To Doc's dismay, they appeared to be heading towards Hilldale. "I was really hoping you wouldn't live there," he confessed to his friend, feeling depressed. "This future seemed so much brighter. . . ."
"Maybe I don't live in the place you saw," Marty said, trying to keep his friend's spirits up.
"Or maybe it's you who lives there, Doc," Jennifer said, not unkindly. "Your savings are eventually going to run out, even with that boost from the government for 'recovering' the plutonium. And that job you heard a bit about may not pay much. It's possible you moved there, and we moved in too to keep you guys company."
"I wouldn't want you to do that," Doc said.
"What you want and what we do are sometimes at opposite ends of the - NO! Are sometimes two different things!"
"Getting worse?" Mystie asked conversationally.
"Yeah. I wonder if future me talks like you, Doc."
"Maybe. Still, to live in Hilldale. . . ."
They reached the exit for Hilldale - then continued past. Doc blinked, then felt his spirits lift. Had he been wrong?
They fell again as they approached the next exit. It was still Hilldale, just a subsection not built in their home time. The sign read, "HILLDALE - ZEMECKIS GARDENS". This was the exit they took. Doc sighed and steeled himself for the view of littered streets and sad-looking houses.
He was completely unprepared for a section of town that could only be described as 'fashionable'. Gorgeous parkland surrounded each state-of-the-art house. The streets were litter-free and smoothly paved. Every lawn was well-manicured, all the houses neat. The entire neighborhood radiated friendly warmth, which was a complete turnaround from the development Doc had seen. His jaw dropped in shock. "Great Scott."
"Oh, Marty!" Jennifer cried, eyes aglow. "This is wonderful! Hilldale seems like paradise. Why on earth would you call it 'seedy', Doc?"
"This isn't Hilldale. This can't be Hilldale," Doc mumbled, his mind frozen. "Not the Hilldale I saw."
"Way to go, McFly!" Marty yelled, joyous.
"This is a different section of Hilldale, Emmett, like it said on the sign," Mysteria pointed out, also marveling. "The other exit probably would have led to something more familiar to you."
The Caddy pulled up in front of a duplex, painted in bright, pleasing colors. "A duplex?" Mystie wondered. "Which one of us lives - Wait a minute. . . ."
Doc and Marty couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, man, we live together? We really are too close," Marty giggled.
"Who cares? I'm just so glad that you live in a place like this," Doc chuckled, with a light heart.
The kids parked in the driveway while the DeLorean remained in the street. Marlene motioned for them to stay in the car. The Time Trippers nodded, and the kids went up to the front door and opened it. "Hey, Mom, Dad?"
"Oh, hi, kids, I didn't expect you home until later," a voice replied. Mystie paled. "Oh, God," she whispered. "That's me."
"Something came up, something we need your help with. Where's Mom, Dad, and Doc?" asked Marty Junior's voice.
"Marty and Emmett are in the lab, Jennifer's upstairs. What's the matter?"
"Where's Jules's sister?"
"She's out with friends."
"Tell her not to come home anytime soon. This situation's pretty delicate," Jules said.
"Did one of you - No, that can't be it. Emmett would have told me. Tell me what's wrong, guys. I can help you."
"You've got to be shown, along with everybody else. Get the rest of the gang and come outside. You'll see in a second."
"All right. But this had better be good. Emmett!"
"What, Mystie? We're in the middle of something."
"Marty Junior, Marlene, and Jules came home early. They say they have a problem they need everyone's help on."
"A problem we all have to deal with?" came Future Marty's voice. "That sounds serious. Give us a sec and we'll come on out."
A few moments later, a group of people appeared at the door. "Well, kids? What is it?" Future Doc asked, wiping his sweaty hands on a towel.
Jules looked back to the DeLorean. "You guys can come out now," he called, a bit shaky.
Nervously, the 4 Time Trippers exited the car. The kids moved out of the way to let the future selves see. For a moment, future and past stared at each other, silently shocked. Then Marty met Future Marty's eyes. His brain screamed at him, "This is all wrong! This is all wrong! This can't be happening!"
And then blackness overcame all thought.
Luckily, both Martys had a Doc ready to catch them as they fainted. "I expected that," Doc admitted. He looked at Jennifer, who was a little pale. "Are you all right?"
"Dizzy," she said, leaning against the car. Mystie slipped an arm around her shoulders. "Now I understand what you felt in 1955."
Future Jennifer looked away, instead looking at her children. "Where'd you find - us?"
"The Cafe 80s," Marty Junior explained. "You were at the counter - well, everybody except Dad - and you-"
"Were waiting for Biff," Future Doc finished, nodding. "Now I remember. In fact, I remember up until this moment." He looked at his younger self. Except for the clothing difference, the two were indistinguishable. "Funny, I don't feel very dizzy at all. Barely any symptoms."
"Me neither. It must be a side effect from my - our - experience in 1955. Every time you do it, you build up a slight immunity." He shifted Marty's weight in his arms. "Do you have any smelling salts?"
Saturday, October 24th
2: 20 P. M.
Marty wrinkled his nose. There was an absolutely wretched smell right in front of his face. He turned his head away, but the stench followed, lingering in his nostrils. Coughing, he opened his eyes a crack. Somebody was holding a vial under his nose, containing that stink. He swatted it away. "I'm up, I'm up."
"Thank God," Doc said, his voice sounding nasal. Marty opened his eyes the rest of the way to see his friend holding his nose very tightly. He recorked the bottle and wiped his watering eyes. "Be thankful you don't have a vampire's sense of smell, kid."
"What I smelled was enough." Marty brought himself to a sitting position and looked around. He was in a airy, well-furnished room with a couch and 5 chairs in pleasant colors. In front of him on the wall hung a gigantic flat screen, and in the corner beside sat a computer terminal. Bookshelves lined side wall, containing a number of odd items. It came to the teen he was in his future house. "Heavy," he mumbled. "Is this my side or yours?"
"Your side," Doc told him.
"How long was I out?"
"Just a few minutes. I delayed waking you up until your future self had exited the room. I didn't want you to receive a shock just moments after awakening."
"Thanks. Jesus, it was like my brain had blown up when I looked into - my eyes. Is Jenny okay, Doc?"
"She's fine. So is Mystie. They both reported dizziness and anxiety, typical symptoms if my 1955 experience is to be taken as a typical account. But neither fainted. I - both versions - hypothesized that it's direct eye contact that is the catalyst. Your brain is forced to handle something it just can't accept immediately. So it copes with it the only way it knows how - it shuts down."
"You seem okay," Marty said doubtfully.
"My previous shock seems to have benefitted me. It seems you build up a natural immunity to the fainting symptom the more times you see yourself." Doc abruptly snapped out of scientific mode. "But we have no time to speculate. Even now Biff could be causing irreparable harm to the space-time continuum. Why, he could cause a life-ending paradox! We're gathered in the kitchen, considering various ideas."
Marty nodded. "Give me a sec, and I'll join you." He closed his eyes and steadied himself for the shock of seeing his older self. "Okay, I'm set." He followed Doc into the kitchen. Marty Junior and Marlene were seated at the table with Future Marty and both Mysties. Future Jennifer was giving a general tour to Jennifer, who was fascinated by all the different appliances. Jules stood in the corner, wearing a pair of odd-looking sunglasses, the word "PHONE" displayed prominently on them. Future Doc was standing by the table, sipping a glass of green-tinted blood.
Marty felt another wave of dizziness as he beheld himself for the second time. He shook it off. He wondered what he should to his future self - if he should say anything at all.
Future Marty seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Uh - Happy birthday?" he blurted.
Marty couldn't help but smile. Now that the tension had dissipated, he took a better look at himself. The years had been pretty kind to the time traveler. His brown hair was a little longer and just streaked with gray. His face looked more mature, but still retained a youthful glow. The body looked basically the same, perhaps with a bit more weight packed onto the abdomen. Overall, the look was that of a very healthy person.
Jennifer noticed Marty and came over to give him a hug. "You scared me, just falling over like that. What if you had hit your head? You would have been asking me if I was your mother," she added with a mischievous grin.
"Jennifer, don't say that!" Marty shuddered as the memories rushed back. "How are you doing with Future Jennifer?"
"Okay." She smiled at her future self. Like her husband, Future Jennifer looked very healthy. "I weaseled it out of her that Marty Junior and Marlene are twins."
"Yeah, with you here, it's like having triplets," Future Jennifer said, looking from Marty to Marty Junior and back.
Marty looked at them. "I sorta figured that. Raw deal for you, though, Jen." He leaned carefully against the table. "So, have we got a plan yet?"
"The same plan we had in the other time periods," Doc said. "Stop Biff before his plan comes to fruition. And maybe, if we're lucky, capture him so we can destroy VAMPIS in this time without worry."
"We're listing various reasons why Biff would come here, so we know what we'd have to deal with," Future Doc added. "So far, no dice. Maybe you have a fresh idea, Marty?"
Marty thought hard, then snapped his fingers. "I don't know how good it is, but it's a start. Remember how we thought Biff wanted to give advice to Biff'55? Maybe that's why he's here. To help out Jiff and Griff."
"But Biff wouldn't know anything about Jiff's current situation," Doc pointed out. "What advice could he offer?"
"Tips on being a bully come to mind," Jennifer said jokingly.
"I can tell you one thing, Biff's going to be in for a shock," Future Jennifer said. "His army's gone in Hill Valley, so he can't go see any of them. Even in Sacramento, there's practically no soulless - OH, SHIT!"
It had hit all of them like a bolt of lightning. "The soulless vampires! Of course, it's a backup plan! If he can't do it in his lifetime-"
"Jiff will finish the job for him," finished Future Marty. "Jesus Christ, Doc, it's been practically 30 years. I don't know if we could take another raid of them, especially with 2, or even 3 Tannens fronting it."
"I know, especially since some of the others are still running around," Future Doc agreed.
"What others?" asked Mystie, lifting an eyebrow curiously.
"You'll find out, I'm afraid. The only thing to do is to nip it in the bud. Post-haste to Jiff's house!"
The twins and Jules looked at each other excitedly. "Great! We'll warm up the DeLorean - our DeLorean," Marlene said excitedly.
"Actually, Marlene, I'd prefer if you 3 would stay home. With Biff Tannen involved, this fight will probably get ugly. This way, you're safe."
"Besides, someone has to warn the rest of the vampire community about the emergency situation. Just mention we think Jiff might be thinking of following in Biff's footsteps. That way, if we really get into trouble, we can call you and have some help." Future Marty retrieved a pair of glasses from the drawer.
Marty Junior pouted. "We never get to do anything fun."
"That was very juvenile, Martin Emmett McFly," Future Jennifer said, then jerked her head towards Marty, a suddenly worried look on her face.
Marty grinned reassuringly. "If that wasn't a given, nothing is."
Doc, however, had gotten confused. "Then why do you call him Marty Junior? He'd only be a true junior if his name was Martin Seamus McFly too."
"It's just easier to keep them separate that way. Believe me, Marty Junior, this will be anything but fun. Remember, Biff isn't above using violent means to get what he wants. We just want to make sure you won't get hurt."
Marty Junior nodded, properly chastened. "Okay, Mom. We'll call the gang." He gave his mom and dad a hug, followed by Marlene. "And Marty, Jennifer, you'd better get out of this alive!"
"You got it," Marty grinned.
Jules smiled at Doc and Mystie. "Keep those two safe," he agreed, motioning towards Marty and Jennifer. For a moment, the strange shield around his thoughts dropped, and Doc was able to pick up, "And keep yourselves safe too, guys." Doc patted him on the shoulder and nodded.
"So," he said, as they went out to the cars, "would you 4 prefer to stick together? Or would you rather split up into-"
"-Opposite pasts with futures," Future Doc finished for him, a funny look on his face. "How strange. Somehow, I knew you were going to say that. It's like I had a memory that hadn't happened yet."
Marty looked skeptical. "But that implies we don't have-"
"Free will?" Future Marty wound up. "I don't think it's quite like that. The memory I had before you actually performed the action - yes, it gets worse - had you saying the entire sentence. Maybe it's an almost-memory - a sort of tentative thought that reflects what will most likely happen."
"That might come in handy when we fight the Tannens," Jennifer noted.
"Precisely what I was thinking, Jennifer. But back to the match-up. I thought it might be nice for the kids to ask you a few general questions about the future. And since you're not them of the future, you'd be less likely to let anything slip."
"It is Marty's birthday back in 1986," Future Doc nodded. "We'll split up, Marty and Jennifer with us, Future Marty and Future Jennifer with you. Plus, if possible, we can discuss some sort of ambush options."
"We know a lot more about Jiff, too. We'll give you a briefing on the way," Future Mystie agreed. "We'll take the Caddy."
"Are you sure Jules won't mind?" Mystie asked.
Future Mystie seemed to repress some laughter. "He's got a stake in this too - his girlfriend. He won't mind. C'mon, kids." They led Marty and Jennifer to the Caddy. Doc and Future Marty hopped in the front of the DeLorean; Mystie and Future Jennifer took the back. They waited for the Caddy to take off, then followed as they joined the skyway. Doc looked at Future Marty. "This is turning into quite a trip, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I know. This one sticks in my memory as the longest time trip we ever took. But we'll stop Biff. We have to." Future Marty looked out the window as they sped along. The skies were beginning to cloud up. "Looks like rain. Turn on the radio, will ya, Doc?"
Doc clicked it on, arriving in the middle of a song. He fiddled with the dials until he found a weather report. "There is a severe thunderstorm approaching Hill Valley. It should arrive at approximately 3: 15 this afternoon. All citizenry are advised to stay inside their homes or cars. In other news-"
Future Marty switched the radio off. "I'd better warn Future Doc." He sent a mental message to the 2015 incarnation. Doc watched as his older self received the message and did something that added a top to the Caddy. "That thunderstorm sounds like the one that sent me back to the future."
Doc smiled. "I wouldn't worry about it. In your own words, 'since when can weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future'?"
"Since 2009."
Mystie and Future Jennifer were chatting in the back. "Are you 2 happy?" Mystie asked, adjusting her seat.
Future Jennifer smiled. "You bet. My dad still teases us for acting like a couple of teenagers. It's gonna be a wonderful life for all of us, Mystie. Exciting, but wonderful."
Future Marty enthusiastically nodded his agreement. "I've got a terrific job and a great family. What more could a guy ask for?" He glanced at Doc, then shrugged. "By the way, Doc, I owe you something." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a $10 bill.
Doc looked at him, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Since when did you owe me money? And wouldn't it make more sense for you to pay the version of me native to this time?"
"Not in this case. Think hard, Doc. Remember back to those hectic first days of being a vampire."
Doc gave him an odd look, but did so, keeping half his mind on the road. It all came back very quickly. There was the terror of being buried, the first taste of blood, his discovery by Marty, accepting his new nature, the thrill of flying. . . .
And then he remembered. A statement meant merely as a joke. "10 bucks says you become a scientist like me."
Doc swivelled his head around to stare at Future Marty. "You're-" he gasped, unable to finish due to shock.
Future Marty nodded. "Doctor Marty McFly."
Doc stared. The words, "Marty. . .scientist. . .Marty. . .scientist. . . ." were spinning around in his head. It didn't make sense to him. "But," he managed to stammer, "but Marty-"
"Doc, the road?" Future Jennifer said urgently. Doc looked back properly, just in time to avoid getting sideswiped.
"Thanks. I shouldn't have let my attention wander. What I was going to say was-"
"That I found one of my own albums," Future Marty nodded. "I don't give up music entirely, Doc. I'm going to have a good career. But ultimately my heart was with yours, in science. You'll see my interest develop in college." He frowned at Doc's abnormally pale face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine. Just having a nice, quiet heart attack." Doc shook his head. "I can't believe it. You a scientist."
"Heck, if you can do it. . . ."
Mystie was similarly stunned. "Boy, when you think the future can't hold any more surprises. . . . I won't ask any more, hearing that was enough."
The rain started to fall. Doc looked nervously up at the sky as he switched on the windshield wipers. "I hope we get there before the storm hits. I don't want to be struck by lightning."
Saturday, October 24th
3: 19 P. M.
The cars flew over Jiff's house, to see Griff's car parked outside, empty. "Terrific. Now we're only one person up," Mystie grumbled as they parked a block away to avoid suspicion.
"We've still got good odds," Doc said, getting out of the car to collect Marty and Jennifer. "They didn't try to weasel any specifics out of you, did they?"
"Actually, they were quiet most of the trip. Jennifer only asked a few questions, and Marty didn't say a word."
"You still didn't say what that green stuff in your drink was," Jennifer said to Future Doc.
"I told you that it's purpose is to keep me awake in sunlight. Any more and I'll jeopardize the future," Future Doc said, looking at Future Marty.
"Those two? Quiet on a future trip?" Doc asked, puzzled. He probed Marty's mind and was startled to find the teen extremely worried about him. "I'd worry more about your own safety, kid. I'm a vampire, and therefore practically invulnerable."
"Yeah, I know, but - Future Doc? Does Jiff own any guns?"
Both Docs immediately understood. "I can't promise anything, Marty," Future Doc said gently.
I can't help it. I don't want to see you get shot again. Those times with the Libyans were plenty for me."
"We'll be careful," Future Jennifer promised. "What's the plan?"
"Seal off the exits, grab Biff, use him if a snack if we're in the mood, wipe Jiff, Griff, and his gang's memories, and destroy VAMPIS," Future Doc listed.
"In that order?" Jennifer joked, trying to ease her tension.
"Who cares? So long as we make sure everything's okay in this time," Mystie said. "We'll take the front door. You guys take the back."
"Right." They spread out in preparation for the ambush.
Inside, Jiff, Griff, Spike, Data, and Whitey were excitedly babbling about what they would do with the power Biff had described to them. Griff was thinking on a grand scale, much like his grandfather, fantasying about being "Supreme Ruler of the World". Jiff's fantasies were on a more personal, revenge-type level. "I'll make them all squirm. Every last one of them. For all those names they called me. Even that stupid 'Peanut Butter' nickname." He looked at Biff. "What's the deal with 'Jiff' anyway, Dad? You know that everyone made fun of me for it."
"Your mother's idea," Biff shrugged. "She wanted to combine our names - Jill and Biff." He glanced over at his grandson and his gang. "You didn't do so great with 'Griff' yourself."
"Lay off, Gramps," Griff said absently. He smiled into the distance. "This is gonna be high-res to the max. You and me, Spike, we're gonna download this stupid planet right into our pockets." He smirked at Biff. "Let's delete some files."
Biff smirked right back. "All right. Where can we find some vampires?"
Doc decided to tell them by breaking down the door. An alarm briefly sounded, but Mystie quickly disabled it by pulling it off the wall. They stormed in, ready to take on the Tannens.
The 3 startled Tannens and Griff's gang leapt to their feet. "McFly! Whatcha hear, low-res?" he demanded.
"Enough to know we have to stop you at all costs," Mystie growled back, vamping out. "You 3 - beat it!" Doc vamped out as she said it, spreading his wings for fuller effect. The gang rushed outside to the car.
Jiff's jaw dropped in shock. "Holy shit, no wonder you guys never seemed to age! Quick, Dad, get out the back! We'll cover you!" He grabbed a nearby lamp and brandished it. "Back, you blood-sucking bojos!"
Biff bolted for the back door - only to find his way blocked by the future versions. "Oh, no, not this time Tannen!" Future Doc snarled, leaping for him. Biff just barely made it out of his grasp. He ran back to his family, the future Time Trippers in hot pursuit.
The group burst into the room just as Griff whipped out an extendable baseball bat. "You're a dead file, McFly!"
"I could break that thing in half without even trying," Marty thought smugly. He let Griff charge him like an enraged rhino. As he swung, he grabbed the end of the bat and spun it backwards. Griff's speed did him in as he was spun around and flung into Future Marty. Future Marty shoved him off and made a point of wiping off his clothes.
Griff glared at him. "Hey, you-"
It suddenly dawned on him that there were 2 sets of Browns. His eyes switched back and forth in confusion. "Huh?"
Biff got a brainstorm. "You're the butt-heads who've been following me!"
"You were going to cause irreparable damage to the space-time continuum!" Doc snarled as the 8 of them moved to surround the Tannens. "You have to be stopped before you do worse damage. There's nowhere and nowhen to run anymore."
Jiff charged Doc with his lamp. Doc dodged the blow and pulled the lamp from his hands. He tossed it aside and grabbed Jiff, intending to toss him to Mystie for safekeeping.
Abruptly, Future Marty yelled, "Doc, look out!"
Doc jumped up, just in time to miss a tongue of flame aimed for his back. He looked towards the doorway to see Spike holding a future version of the flamethrower. Behind her, Data and Whitey were armed with laser guns. Doc cursed mentally. Couldn't anything be easy?
The two sides battled as the thunderstorm outside hit full-force. Neither side could gain the upper hand. The vampire's reflexes were quick, but the laser guns and flamethrower kept them from getting close. Conversely, the Tannens and the gang were afraid to split up, knowing that would make them easy targets. It was a stalemate, each side doing mostly defense with occasional, easily deflected offense.
Then, when the storm was at its height, Griff took a chance and swung his bat at Future Marty's head. Future Marty deflected the blow. With a rare flash of intelligence, the bully slammed the broken end through Future Marty's stomach. A look of shock froze on his face, then his head dropped forward.
Marty stared, horrified. It was quite a mind number, seeing yourself get killed. Jennifer let out a soft cry of pain. All 3 Tannens laughed uproariously.
That is - until Future Marty moved.
Griff's laughter died abruptly. He nudged Biff. "Uh - Gramps?"
"What, butt-head?" Biff asked, keeping a close eye on the vampires.
"He - uh - moved."
"What?" Everyone turned to face Future Marty. Sure enough, his hands were moving to grip the broken bat. With a wince, he yanked it out of his stomach. Then he lifted his head.
His eyes were glowing a brilliant blue, and fangs protruded from his jaw.
"Oh, shit," Biff whispered. He hadn't figured on this at all. He decided to make a break for it and raced out the door.
Jennifer, meanwhile, saw that everyone else was frozen in shock. She took advantage of that and tackled Spike. The flamethrower flew from her hands. Mystie grabbed it as her future self and Future Marty disarmed Data and Whitey. "Get in the kitchen, all of you," she growled. "Somebody go after Biff!"
"We're on it!" Marty yelled. He and Doc dashed into the storm. Thunder and lightning crackled and boomed above them, and rain instantly soaked them to the skin. "Whoa, this is just like 1955!"
"I know. Do you mind if we stay on the ground?"
"Not at all!" They followed Biff's mud trail deep into the woods. They caught up to him just as he got to VAMPIS. "Oh no you don't!" Marty yelled, lunging for him.
Biff managed to dodge. "You know, I think I'll use the last of my plutonium to make sure you never get born! Butt-head!" He ducked inside the chamber and shut the door. Doc, incensed, ran up to it and prepared to knock it over, trapping Biff inside.
Suddenly, a tremendous bolt of lightning hit VAMPIS, spinning it like a top! Doc was forced to jump back as the surface crackled with 1.21 jigowatts of pure electricity. Inside, he heard Biff get sick, giving him some satisfaction.
Then, attracted by the energy, no doubt, a second bolt of lightning hit the time chamber, providing the necessary 2.42 jigowatts. The VAMPIS vanished, leaving behind a dead patch of grass. At the same instant, Doc's tracker watch beeped. Marty looked at him fearfully as he checked it. "Where'd he end up? When did he end up?"
"He's gone back to June 9th, 1986," Doc sighed in relief. "The lightning strikes scrambled the computer. He's gone back to a minute after he's left, though, meaning we won't be able to get to him right away." He looked up as more lightning cracked overhead. "We should head back to the house before we get hit."
Back at Biff's place, Doc and Marty found the girls alone. "Griff was a bit of a struggle to get down, but we got him with your sleep-inducer," Future Jennifer greeted them as Jennifer and Mystie jumped up to greet them. "Biff got away, I presume?"
"His time machine was struck twice by lightning," Doc informed them, kissing Mystie. "He's gone back to our time."
"Well, at least my memories will stay the same," Future Mystie sighed. "We called the kids, they're relieved to know we're okay. I think we're all okay," she amended, glancing at them.
"Fine here," Mystie said.
"Both Marty and I got burned, though," Jennifer said, wincing as she lightly touched the torched spot. Mystie and Doc opened their wrists and let them drink for a moment. The burns faded to brown spots, barely noticable.
Future Doc and Future Marty appeared on the scene. "They won't remember a thing," Future Doc reported. "We explained the damage as an impromptu slamball game. Jiff is going to give Griff a long and loud lecture once he revives."
Future Marty noticed Marty gawking at him. He blushed slightly. "Remember when you told Doc to ask you at 45 if you wanted to be a vampire?" Marty nodded. "He asked. Death doesn't look good no matter what age you are."
"You freaked me out," Marty admitted.
Jennifer looked questioningly at Future Jennifer. Her older self smiled, revealing her own set of fangs. Jennifer smiled happily. "Do you really think I'd let him spend eternity without me?"
Before Jennifer could make a reply, there was a groan from the kitchen. "We'd better get out of here before they wake up," Future Marty said. "You can get dried off and ready to go back at our place."
The Time Trippers sighed. The adventure through time was finally over.