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Marty and Jennifer had just taken off in the Time Truck, and were just about to hit 88 mph, when all of a sudden, the destination time changed back to January 1, 1885. Marty realized that the board was still broken, and that Doc had never got a chance to fix it.
"NOOOOOO!" screamed Marty just as the truck hit 88 mph. There were a few sonic booms, and the time truck disappeared.
In 1885:
Doc had just gotten out of the DeLorean. He could not believe it. He had just been in 1955, and since now he had been struck by lightning, the Flux Capacitor had received 1.21 gig watts of electricity, making the DeLorean go to 1885. He now wished that he had fixed the Destination Board; if he had, he might've been sent to a later time so he could get more gas and pick up Marty. But no, he didn't fix it, so now he was stuck in 1885. He felt excited though, because he was about to go see his favorite time period: The Wild West. He knew he had to hide the DeLorean somewhere, because if anyone saw it, it could be disastrous, as the first car had not yet been invented.
"Where can I hide this?" he muttered.
He kept on pacing back and forth, when all of a sudden, there were a few sonic booms, and a truck appeared out of nowhere. Doc gasped.
"Great Scott!" he shouted. And then he fainted.
"Doc," shouted Marty. "It's me, with Jennifer! Doc! Jennifer, get me some water; we should have some water bottles in the truck."
Marty was nervous. Doc had always been telling him about time paradoxes; what if he was in one of those right now? Jennifer handed him a water bottle, and Marty squirted Doc with water.
As soon as Doc started to show signs of movement, Marty said to Jennifer, "Get back in the truck, now! If Doc sees us, we might create a paradox, meaning that the other me from September 1885 will never get back to the future, causing us to never actually be here! This is a mess! Hurry, maybe he'll think it was all a dream."
Jennifer rolled her eyes. All of this time travel was getting her confused; everyone was always talking about paradoxes.
They ran back into the truck; Marty entered the destination time, and right when they were about to hit 88 mph, Doc woke up spluttering.
"Great Scott! What is that truck doing here? Is that Marty?!"
But then the truck hit 88 mph and disappeared.
"Huh," said Doc. "That's very strange. I must've been hallucinating, but yet it seemed so real."
So confused, Doc walked slowly into Hill Valley. He staggered as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. He was so bewildered, in fact, he forgot to hide the DeLorean; he completely forgot it existed. It still had gas in it, and Mr. Fusion was all ready to go, as the lightning was the source of the power to get to 1885.
Doc walked into the bar in Hill Valley; he was so confused.
"Howdy, partner!" someone said. "How are ya? Can I get ya somethin' to drink?"
"Just a glass of water, please," said Doc.
The bartender gave Doc his glass of water, and he drank it gratefully.
Just then, a younger looking man, whose name was William Torrance, walked into the room.
"Hey Will, the usual?" the bartender asked.
"Sure, thanks Tom," said William. "Have you heard the latest news?"
"Nah, I don't hear much news; I just stay in here all day and work the bar; what's been going on?" asked Tom.
Doc decided to listen in. This could be an interesting conversation; after all, now he was in 1885. He wondered what they would be talking about; new hats, horse racing, the railroad. . .
"Yeah, Mad-Dog Tannen found a new kinda horse just a few minutes ago. It was some grayish color is what his friends said."
Doc frowned. He didn't remember any horse to be gray.
"Really?" asked Tom. "Well, where did he find it?"
"I think just about 2 miles away from here, not too far; Tannen sure was amazed when he saw it. Apparently, now he's trying to get it to move, his friends said it was a very strange horse."
Doc frowned again. He knew there weren't gray horses; and just 2 miles away from here. . . "I wonder what kind of a horse it is," he asked himself. Then it hit him. "The DeLorean!"
He jumped on a horse and galloped out to where he had left the DeLorean. But it was too late. Mad-Dog had finally figured out how to work the DeLorean. Doc arrived just in time to see Mad-Dog driving the DeLorean across the plains; there were a few sonic booms, and the DeLorean disappeared.
Doc stared. "Great scott!" he gasped. And then he fainted, yet again.
Well, how is chapter 2? Please read & review; let me know what you think please!
Marty and Jennifer had just taken off in the Time Truck, and were just about to hit 88 mph, when all of a sudden, the destination time changed back to January 1, 1885. Marty realized that the board was still broken, and that Doc had never got a chance to fix it.
"NOOOOOO!" screamed Marty just as the truck hit 88 mph. There were a few sonic booms, and the time truck disappeared.
In 1885:
Doc had just gotten out of the DeLorean. He could not believe it. He had just been in 1955, and since now he had been struck by lightning, the Flux Capacitor had received 1.21 gig watts of electricity, making the DeLorean go to 1885. He now wished that he had fixed the Destination Board; if he had, he might've been sent to a later time so he could get more gas and pick up Marty. But no, he didn't fix it, so now he was stuck in 1885. He felt excited though, because he was about to go see his favorite time period: The Wild West. He knew he had to hide the DeLorean somewhere, because if anyone saw it, it could be disastrous, as the first car had not yet been invented.
"Where can I hide this?" he muttered.
He kept on pacing back and forth, when all of a sudden, there were a few sonic booms, and a truck appeared out of nowhere. Doc gasped.
"Great Scott!" he shouted. And then he fainted.
"Doc," shouted Marty. "It's me, with Jennifer! Doc! Jennifer, get me some water; we should have some water bottles in the truck."
Marty was nervous. Doc had always been telling him about time paradoxes; what if he was in one of those right now? Jennifer handed him a water bottle, and Marty squirted Doc with water.
As soon as Doc started to show signs of movement, Marty said to Jennifer, "Get back in the truck, now! If Doc sees us, we might create a paradox, meaning that the other me from September 1885 will never get back to the future, causing us to never actually be here! This is a mess! Hurry, maybe he'll think it was all a dream."
Jennifer rolled her eyes. All of this time travel was getting her confused; everyone was always talking about paradoxes.
They ran back into the truck; Marty entered the destination time, and right when they were about to hit 88 mph, Doc woke up spluttering.
"Great Scott! What is that truck doing here? Is that Marty?!"
But then the truck hit 88 mph and disappeared.
"Huh," said Doc. "That's very strange. I must've been hallucinating, but yet it seemed so real."
So confused, Doc walked slowly into Hill Valley. He staggered as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. He was so bewildered, in fact, he forgot to hide the DeLorean; he completely forgot it existed. It still had gas in it, and Mr. Fusion was all ready to go, as the lightning was the source of the power to get to 1885.
Doc walked into the bar in Hill Valley; he was so confused.
"Howdy, partner!" someone said. "How are ya? Can I get ya somethin' to drink?"
"Just a glass of water, please," said Doc.
The bartender gave Doc his glass of water, and he drank it gratefully.
Just then, a younger looking man, whose name was William Torrance, walked into the room.
"Hey Will, the usual?" the bartender asked.
"Sure, thanks Tom," said William. "Have you heard the latest news?"
"Nah, I don't hear much news; I just stay in here all day and work the bar; what's been going on?" asked Tom.
Doc decided to listen in. This could be an interesting conversation; after all, now he was in 1885. He wondered what they would be talking about; new hats, horse racing, the railroad. . .
"Yeah, Mad-Dog Tannen found a new kinda horse just a few minutes ago. It was some grayish color is what his friends said."
Doc frowned. He didn't remember any horse to be gray.
"Really?" asked Tom. "Well, where did he find it?"
"I think just about 2 miles away from here, not too far; Tannen sure was amazed when he saw it. Apparently, now he's trying to get it to move, his friends said it was a very strange horse."
Doc frowned again. He knew there weren't gray horses; and just 2 miles away from here. . . "I wonder what kind of a horse it is," he asked himself. Then it hit him. "The DeLorean!"
He jumped on a horse and galloped out to where he had left the DeLorean. But it was too late. Mad-Dog had finally figured out how to work the DeLorean. Doc arrived just in time to see Mad-Dog driving the DeLorean across the plains; there were a few sonic booms, and the DeLorean disappeared.
Doc stared. "Great scott!" he gasped. And then he fainted, yet again.
Well, how is chapter 2? Please read & review; let me know what you think please!