Hill Valley, California
November 13th, 1955. 3:01 AM
The duo turned around in total shock of hearing people, not to mention the possible consequences of them seeing the DeLorean, which wasn't going to be invented for 26 more years.
"Ahh! A ghost!" Doc shouted as he ran behind the car. It was bad enough the car being seen, but the possibility of someone seeing him 30 years older could be disastrous. Because of this, he disguised his voice and mannerisms to match that of 1955 Emmett Brown. He peeked out from the car to see Marty talking to them.
"Cal, Marty! Oh, you're still here. It's nice to see you again."
It was Lorraine! She was out walking with George. Marty improvised his questions. "Um, yeah Lorraine. Listen, it's great to see you guys again, though! What, what are you doing out here so late, though?" He chuckled to himself as he said that, knowing how much like an authority figure he was beginning to sound like.
"Oh, well, George and I just wanted some more time to get to know each other after all that stuff happened at school. We went to his house for a while, and now he was just walking me home. I'm going to have to sneak in the front door. If it wakes my parents up, they'll go wild, you know."
Marty was still in slight disbelief that he was hearing a younger version of his strict mother saying these things. He turned to George.
"Listen, George, are you alright from earlier? I saw what Biff was about to do. I can't believe you actually punched out that asshole! Great going, buddy."
The newer, confident, less nervous sounding George had that feeling too. "Yeah, I didn't think I was going to be able to hit him, I was so scared. But I didn't know what happened to you, and I couldn't just let him go after Lorraine like he was. You know, that guy has bothered me and had been after me to do his work since we were little kids. It just, it felt great to do that. I've never really had any friends before until tonight. I have you to thank, Marty, for believing in me."
His future son was relieved to hear that things went okay. He never heard the older George he knew at home ever say anything like this. However, it was all coming together, after he'd seen his new family just a few minutes ago, in his own time. He decided to lighten the mood a bit.
"So, guys, what did you think of that song I played with the band onstage? I got a little carried away at the end. I just wanted to test the limits of the guitar as an instrument." He also had to make sure he talked in a 50s way temporarily, and to pretend he was Calvin Klein. "I might be in the Coast Guard now, but I really like swingin' rock and roll music though. I've always wanted to be a musician, but I didn't want to tell my parents. I thought they might discourage it or something. That's why I understand about your Sci-Fi stories, George."
Lorraine didn't know about these stories. Marty realized what he had said, but it was too late. "George, you never told me you were into writing! I'd love to see it sometime."
He than gave a response that might've been more suited to nerdy George. "Uh, okay." Than, he changed the subject back to Marty. "I thought that music you played was okay. I mean, I'll, I'll have to get used to it. It is very loud, but I could learn to like it. It sounds just like the music Darth Vader played for me a few nights ago."
At the mention of this, Doc was getting restless, and a bit annoyed at this little distraction. He turned his face away from Marty's future parents. Before that point in 1955, Lorraine had only briefly met him, and he hadn't met George at all. However, he would come to know them more through the years, and if the local Doc suddenly looked younger than his current self that they were meeting, than there could be trouble.
"Marty, I think we should get going now! Oh, hi, nice to see you again, Lorraine. Glad to meet you, George. Marty told me all about you, and I'm pleased to know you're doing so well. He was worried about you in the past few days."
As George shook his hand, he concurred with the statement. "Well, you're right, Doc Brown. I almost never talked to a girl in 17 and a-half years! I was always too afraid of what they would think of me. I was so unsure of myself, like a little boy. Now that I'm with Lorraine though, I might not have to worry about that for awhile."
Doc didn't want to waste any more time. He said "Congratulations, George. I'm proud of you both. Calvin is a great kid, too. We have to get going though. I wish I could stay and talk, but we can't."
George already felt a slight connection with the scientist, and decided to ask him about something that was weighing on his mind. "Uh, what kind of car is this? I've never seen anything like it before. It looks like something out of a dream, out of the future, maybe."
Doc practically went into convulsions over that word. Biff had already unfortunately found out about time travel, he didn't need anyone else finding out about it too. All he wanted to do was drop Biff off, and get going back home! Why did something always have to happen like this? He purposely picked 3AM to bring Biff back to 1955 because no one would be out, and even that attempt was unsuccessful.
"Well, you see, this brand of car is fairly uncommon around here. I like to invent devices and collect clocks sometimes. However, another hobby of mine is cars. I like to test drive unorthodox vehicles to see how they break the barriers of speed. This particular model is from overseas, but I forget where at the moment." He prayed he wouldn't have to make up any more half- truths. Now he clearly knew what it felt like when Marty was doing it.
He also made sure to tell the 2 local teens something important. "Hey, you two. Next time you see me, if you mention this incident, don't be surprised if I say I don't remember it. I sometimes get so involved in scientific work that I occasionally forget who I've spoken to about what subjects."
He was really thinking about the possible trouble that could occur if they mentioned this meeting to his younger self. Since that incident won't yet have happened to 1955 Doc, the best-case scenario, it would only confuse everyone. Worst-case scenario, it could trigger Doc and/or the teens to do something they didn't do in the current timeline, possibly even changing the course of history.
Lorraine and George both nodded in understanding to what Doc said a minute ago. Marty bid a farewell to his parents. "Well, I really liked the time I spent with you two. I really do have to go now, but I'll see you again sometime, you know, someday, I promise."
Lorraine couldn't resist doing one more thing before they left though. She ran up to Marty and gave him a hug and a little kiss, wondering if it would still seem like kissing her brother. Marty started to pull away, but once Lorraine finished, he gave her a little hug in return. He than went to George, giving him another handshake and a pat on the back before simply saying, "I really will miss you both. Me and Uncle Doc have to go now though."
With that in mind, George & Lorraine walked off down a side street, toward a residential neighborhood. After they were out of sight, Marty said, "Geez, Doc, that was close! Let's get going before somebody else sees us!"
His friend couldn't agree more. Marty ran over to Biff's car, and did a quick check on him just to make sure he hadn't woken up. In this other distraction, he momentarily forgot about Biff, and realized if he woke back up, that it could lead to even more trouble, like if he decided to really try and get revenge on Marty, and/or if he overheard even more of the conversation. Luckily, he was still knocked out.
Marty jumped back in the passenger seat of the DeLorean. "Just making sure Biff was still out. If he heard us, he could remember 1985, and he might not think this was a dream. I hope that twinkling sleep fainting thing you've got really works on him, Doc!"
"It certainly will, Marty! I read the instruction manual, and I even used it on myself in the future, just to be certain."
Marty laughed in surprise at this. "You used it on yourself, Doc! I didn't think you'd do that. What if it didn't work right? Sometimes electronics aren't perfect. The ones people return for money."
Doc gave him a fairly simple answer. "If something happened to me, I would just go back in time to before I used it, and hide it from my very slightly younger self, or remove it altogether. I'd prefer not to do that, but if all else failed, it would serve as a last ditch solution."
Marty surprised himself that he fully understood what Doc was telling him. He thought maybe the years of knowing him and hearing his speeches were paying off. "So where are we going to go back home? Maybe we should go way out in the country before we beam on to 1985. Than, we'll be sure no one will hear or see us. What if people in the downtown when we come back, that weren't there when we left? They might follow us or something!"
Doc reminded his best friend. "Marty, you're not thinking fourth dimensionally! We'll arrive back just a split second after we left. This way, anything that was there at the time, will still be there in the same circumstances when we arrive! Now, I see your point, but traveling to the future is very risky, especially if you don't know what's there at that exact moment. You see, if we went out in the middle of nowhere, let's just say some trucker was there at the exact same time, and he not only heard us, but we collided. Since we know exactly what the conditions were on this road in 1985 on October 26th, we'll be safe!"
Marty nodded in agreement, but asked one more thing. "We're going back in the daytime, so we're gonna have to shield our eyes from that. This is heavy, haven't you heard that song 'Blinded By the Light'? After this, it's gonna be more than just a song for me and you!"
"You're right, Marty!" The elder scientist laughed at his young buddy's realistic joke, before warning him of the temporal displacement. "Get ready now, we're going back at the same time we left! October 26th, 1985, 11AM. Get ready, put the sun visor up!"
They both did, as the speedometer got to 85. It slowly got faster, as the flux capacitor began to flux. They were near the present site of the Bluebird Motel. Marty again was ready for an instant transformation of the sky. The three sonic booms again sounded. KA-BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hill Valley, California. October 26th, 1985. 11:00 AM
The DeLorean appeared right where it had left on the edge of downtown, from a second or two earlier, in 1985 time. Both occupants loudly said "Whoa!" Doc swerved and screeched a little, before regaining control of the car. Marty said, "Oh, Jesus, Doc, thank God we're back without anything else crazy happening!"
"I'm sure everything is the same as it was when you first arrived in 1985 with Biff in the car, which was last night, to you. I now am gaining a memory of your parents meeting the younger me from 1955. Nothing unusual happened, they both saw me from time to time, asking about you a few times. Your dad, especially, had an interest in science, and we had that in common for discussions."
Marty was back to square one with his understanding of time travel. "Wait, Doc. Every time I get an idea of how this time travel stuff works, something else far out starts coming up that I don't get!"
Doc himself didn't mind explaining these things. He himself was very confused by the concepts for years. He inquired, "What could that be, Marty?"
"How can you have memories of 1955 after we just left it? The you that's here now grew up to 1955 without any stuff happening. Than you met me, spent a week with me, sent me back to 1985. Than you got older to be the you from right now, right?"
Doc thought about that for a minute, before replying. "Theoretically, yes, but there aren't any parallel universes from all the science I've studied. You see, the ripple effect has caught up to me, to where I now have the set of memories from the prior timeline, as well as the very slight differences created by meeting your parents back there."
Marty was beginning to grasp it, but he still wasn't entirely sure of it, as Doc sensed.
"I'll give you another example supporting my theory that there is only one timeline, one that can still be changed. The timeline you originally came from, from what you told me in 1955, was not the most pleasant family life for you. Your father was basically just an older version of that guy I saw in the school hallway with you. You said he was still unmotivated, and cowardly. The same was apparently true for Biff, who still bossed your dad around. Your mother was strict, alcoholic and depressed. If my memory serves me, those descriptions are accurate, right?"
Marty's confidence rose, as he exclaimed, "Yeah, you got it! Good memory!"
"Now, because of the changes you made to 1955, your family life is much better off. Your parents are nicer, more hip, and you get along great with your family. The original incarnations of them are non-existent now, because, they are the same people. They just took different paths with their lives. It's not as if your original, unconfident father is still existing in another dimension alongside this one."
Marty revealed, "So, you're saying that they're totally not even the same people I've grown up with since I was a young kid?"
"Precisely." Doc happily said. "This logic applies to me as well. The me you're talking to right now is the exact same me from just 20 minutes ago, before we dropped Biff off and ran into your parents again. The me from 1955 who met them after that incident still got 30 years older and went on the same adventures as me, so his memories converged with mine. The timeline, I believe has a self-preservation mechanism in it."
Marty had never been so interested in Doc's scientific talk before this. He listened intently, and asked with seriousness, "What is the self- preservation you mean?"
"I see it like this. Your birthday is June 9th, 1968. Also, your brother Dave, and sister Linda exist in this new timeline, as well as the one you came from. Back in the '60s I checked on your guys' birthdays just to make sure, and everything lined up with the first timeline. Off the top of your head, what are the logical chances of that happening?"
Marty agreed to that. "Not much I guess, huh, Doc?"
"Yes. Your parents' lives are very different now, but they still had the same kids, gave them the same names, even live in the same house. That's not coincidence in my opinion. It's the self-preservation of the timeline."
"I never would've thought that up in a million years, Doc. I can see it though, now that you mention it. Interesting. Well, what about Biff, did his being in 1985 have any change to him or something?"
"No, thankfully. Like I said, that sleep inducer I got in the future pretty much erased any reality of it from his mind. In the few weeks following this incident, he went around telling people he had this weird dream of being in the future with Calvin Klein, me, and your parents. Over time, he sort of seemed to forget the details of it, just like a dream you might have. It had no repercussions on what he did from than on."
As they turned into Lyon Estates, Marty thought again of the future and asked a question that, by itself would've been big, but in comparison to what he had just heard, was casual. "Hey, you mentioned you had to take me to the future, didn't you? That would be far out!"
The DeLorean stopped at Marty's driveway. Doc said, "I think we've both had enough time travel for today."
Jovially, yet seriously, Marty said, "Hell yeah, I'd say so."
"I'm going back home for a rest myself. Now, you've still got plenty of time today. Why don't you test out that nice new truck your dad bought for you? You can go pick Jennifer up and go to the lake. Just one thing though, if Doug Needles tries to taunt you or get you to do something you don't want to, than please don't listen to him. I know you don't like him, and you know better."
"I try to get along with that guy just for the hell of it, but, yeah, he's a real jerkoff sometimes! I promise, I'll just tell him to buzz off if he tries to get me to do some stunt or whatever."
"Good, Marty. I'm holding you to that. Just one thing, make sure you call me before you and Jennifer leave tomorrow morning."
Marty didn't quite know why Doc said that, but he happily agreed. "Yeah, no problem Doc! I will. See you soon!"
Doc waved back as he took off down the street. Marty sighed with relief. He promised he'd be back for Jen by lunchtime. It was now still only 11:10 AM as he hopped into his brand new 1986 Toyota 4 by 4 sporty, black, 150 horsepower pickup truck. As he turned out onto the street, he said to himself, "Thank God that's over. Hey, I don't believe I'm actually gonna be like 45 minutes early for a change!"
THE END
Disclaimer: I do not own Back To the Future or its characters. If I did, the movies would never have left theatres.
The duo turned around in total shock of hearing people, not to mention the possible consequences of them seeing the DeLorean, which wasn't going to be invented for 26 more years.
"Ahh! A ghost!" Doc shouted as he ran behind the car. It was bad enough the car being seen, but the possibility of someone seeing him 30 years older could be disastrous. Because of this, he disguised his voice and mannerisms to match that of 1955 Emmett Brown. He peeked out from the car to see Marty talking to them.
"Cal, Marty! Oh, you're still here. It's nice to see you again."
It was Lorraine! She was out walking with George. Marty improvised his questions. "Um, yeah Lorraine. Listen, it's great to see you guys again, though! What, what are you doing out here so late, though?" He chuckled to himself as he said that, knowing how much like an authority figure he was beginning to sound like.
"Oh, well, George and I just wanted some more time to get to know each other after all that stuff happened at school. We went to his house for a while, and now he was just walking me home. I'm going to have to sneak in the front door. If it wakes my parents up, they'll go wild, you know."
Marty was still in slight disbelief that he was hearing a younger version of his strict mother saying these things. He turned to George.
"Listen, George, are you alright from earlier? I saw what Biff was about to do. I can't believe you actually punched out that asshole! Great going, buddy."
The newer, confident, less nervous sounding George had that feeling too. "Yeah, I didn't think I was going to be able to hit him, I was so scared. But I didn't know what happened to you, and I couldn't just let him go after Lorraine like he was. You know, that guy has bothered me and had been after me to do his work since we were little kids. It just, it felt great to do that. I've never really had any friends before until tonight. I have you to thank, Marty, for believing in me."
His future son was relieved to hear that things went okay. He never heard the older George he knew at home ever say anything like this. However, it was all coming together, after he'd seen his new family just a few minutes ago, in his own time. He decided to lighten the mood a bit.
"So, guys, what did you think of that song I played with the band onstage? I got a little carried away at the end. I just wanted to test the limits of the guitar as an instrument." He also had to make sure he talked in a 50s way temporarily, and to pretend he was Calvin Klein. "I might be in the Coast Guard now, but I really like swingin' rock and roll music though. I've always wanted to be a musician, but I didn't want to tell my parents. I thought they might discourage it or something. That's why I understand about your Sci-Fi stories, George."
Lorraine didn't know about these stories. Marty realized what he had said, but it was too late. "George, you never told me you were into writing! I'd love to see it sometime."
He than gave a response that might've been more suited to nerdy George. "Uh, okay." Than, he changed the subject back to Marty. "I thought that music you played was okay. I mean, I'll, I'll have to get used to it. It is very loud, but I could learn to like it. It sounds just like the music Darth Vader played for me a few nights ago."
At the mention of this, Doc was getting restless, and a bit annoyed at this little distraction. He turned his face away from Marty's future parents. Before that point in 1955, Lorraine had only briefly met him, and he hadn't met George at all. However, he would come to know them more through the years, and if the local Doc suddenly looked younger than his current self that they were meeting, than there could be trouble.
"Marty, I think we should get going now! Oh, hi, nice to see you again, Lorraine. Glad to meet you, George. Marty told me all about you, and I'm pleased to know you're doing so well. He was worried about you in the past few days."
As George shook his hand, he concurred with the statement. "Well, you're right, Doc Brown. I almost never talked to a girl in 17 and a-half years! I was always too afraid of what they would think of me. I was so unsure of myself, like a little boy. Now that I'm with Lorraine though, I might not have to worry about that for awhile."
Doc didn't want to waste any more time. He said "Congratulations, George. I'm proud of you both. Calvin is a great kid, too. We have to get going though. I wish I could stay and talk, but we can't."
George already felt a slight connection with the scientist, and decided to ask him about something that was weighing on his mind. "Uh, what kind of car is this? I've never seen anything like it before. It looks like something out of a dream, out of the future, maybe."
Doc practically went into convulsions over that word. Biff had already unfortunately found out about time travel, he didn't need anyone else finding out about it too. All he wanted to do was drop Biff off, and get going back home! Why did something always have to happen like this? He purposely picked 3AM to bring Biff back to 1955 because no one would be out, and even that attempt was unsuccessful.
"Well, you see, this brand of car is fairly uncommon around here. I like to invent devices and collect clocks sometimes. However, another hobby of mine is cars. I like to test drive unorthodox vehicles to see how they break the barriers of speed. This particular model is from overseas, but I forget where at the moment." He prayed he wouldn't have to make up any more half- truths. Now he clearly knew what it felt like when Marty was doing it.
He also made sure to tell the 2 local teens something important. "Hey, you two. Next time you see me, if you mention this incident, don't be surprised if I say I don't remember it. I sometimes get so involved in scientific work that I occasionally forget who I've spoken to about what subjects."
He was really thinking about the possible trouble that could occur if they mentioned this meeting to his younger self. Since that incident won't yet have happened to 1955 Doc, the best-case scenario, it would only confuse everyone. Worst-case scenario, it could trigger Doc and/or the teens to do something they didn't do in the current timeline, possibly even changing the course of history.
Lorraine and George both nodded in understanding to what Doc said a minute ago. Marty bid a farewell to his parents. "Well, I really liked the time I spent with you two. I really do have to go now, but I'll see you again sometime, you know, someday, I promise."
Lorraine couldn't resist doing one more thing before they left though. She ran up to Marty and gave him a hug and a little kiss, wondering if it would still seem like kissing her brother. Marty started to pull away, but once Lorraine finished, he gave her a little hug in return. He than went to George, giving him another handshake and a pat on the back before simply saying, "I really will miss you both. Me and Uncle Doc have to go now though."
With that in mind, George & Lorraine walked off down a side street, toward a residential neighborhood. After they were out of sight, Marty said, "Geez, Doc, that was close! Let's get going before somebody else sees us!"
His friend couldn't agree more. Marty ran over to Biff's car, and did a quick check on him just to make sure he hadn't woken up. In this other distraction, he momentarily forgot about Biff, and realized if he woke back up, that it could lead to even more trouble, like if he decided to really try and get revenge on Marty, and/or if he overheard even more of the conversation. Luckily, he was still knocked out.
Marty jumped back in the passenger seat of the DeLorean. "Just making sure Biff was still out. If he heard us, he could remember 1985, and he might not think this was a dream. I hope that twinkling sleep fainting thing you've got really works on him, Doc!"
"It certainly will, Marty! I read the instruction manual, and I even used it on myself in the future, just to be certain."
Marty laughed in surprise at this. "You used it on yourself, Doc! I didn't think you'd do that. What if it didn't work right? Sometimes electronics aren't perfect. The ones people return for money."
Doc gave him a fairly simple answer. "If something happened to me, I would just go back in time to before I used it, and hide it from my very slightly younger self, or remove it altogether. I'd prefer not to do that, but if all else failed, it would serve as a last ditch solution."
Marty surprised himself that he fully understood what Doc was telling him. He thought maybe the years of knowing him and hearing his speeches were paying off. "So where are we going to go back home? Maybe we should go way out in the country before we beam on to 1985. Than, we'll be sure no one will hear or see us. What if people in the downtown when we come back, that weren't there when we left? They might follow us or something!"
Doc reminded his best friend. "Marty, you're not thinking fourth dimensionally! We'll arrive back just a split second after we left. This way, anything that was there at the time, will still be there in the same circumstances when we arrive! Now, I see your point, but traveling to the future is very risky, especially if you don't know what's there at that exact moment. You see, if we went out in the middle of nowhere, let's just say some trucker was there at the exact same time, and he not only heard us, but we collided. Since we know exactly what the conditions were on this road in 1985 on October 26th, we'll be safe!"
Marty nodded in agreement, but asked one more thing. "We're going back in the daytime, so we're gonna have to shield our eyes from that. This is heavy, haven't you heard that song 'Blinded By the Light'? After this, it's gonna be more than just a song for me and you!"
"You're right, Marty!" The elder scientist laughed at his young buddy's realistic joke, before warning him of the temporal displacement. "Get ready now, we're going back at the same time we left! October 26th, 1985, 11AM. Get ready, put the sun visor up!"
They both did, as the speedometer got to 85. It slowly got faster, as the flux capacitor began to flux. They were near the present site of the Bluebird Motel. Marty again was ready for an instant transformation of the sky. The three sonic booms again sounded. KA-BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hill Valley, California. October 26th, 1985. 11:00 AM
The DeLorean appeared right where it had left on the edge of downtown, from a second or two earlier, in 1985 time. Both occupants loudly said "Whoa!" Doc swerved and screeched a little, before regaining control of the car. Marty said, "Oh, Jesus, Doc, thank God we're back without anything else crazy happening!"
"I'm sure everything is the same as it was when you first arrived in 1985 with Biff in the car, which was last night, to you. I now am gaining a memory of your parents meeting the younger me from 1955. Nothing unusual happened, they both saw me from time to time, asking about you a few times. Your dad, especially, had an interest in science, and we had that in common for discussions."
Marty was back to square one with his understanding of time travel. "Wait, Doc. Every time I get an idea of how this time travel stuff works, something else far out starts coming up that I don't get!"
Doc himself didn't mind explaining these things. He himself was very confused by the concepts for years. He inquired, "What could that be, Marty?"
"How can you have memories of 1955 after we just left it? The you that's here now grew up to 1955 without any stuff happening. Than you met me, spent a week with me, sent me back to 1985. Than you got older to be the you from right now, right?"
Doc thought about that for a minute, before replying. "Theoretically, yes, but there aren't any parallel universes from all the science I've studied. You see, the ripple effect has caught up to me, to where I now have the set of memories from the prior timeline, as well as the very slight differences created by meeting your parents back there."
Marty was beginning to grasp it, but he still wasn't entirely sure of it, as Doc sensed.
"I'll give you another example supporting my theory that there is only one timeline, one that can still be changed. The timeline you originally came from, from what you told me in 1955, was not the most pleasant family life for you. Your father was basically just an older version of that guy I saw in the school hallway with you. You said he was still unmotivated, and cowardly. The same was apparently true for Biff, who still bossed your dad around. Your mother was strict, alcoholic and depressed. If my memory serves me, those descriptions are accurate, right?"
Marty's confidence rose, as he exclaimed, "Yeah, you got it! Good memory!"
"Now, because of the changes you made to 1955, your family life is much better off. Your parents are nicer, more hip, and you get along great with your family. The original incarnations of them are non-existent now, because, they are the same people. They just took different paths with their lives. It's not as if your original, unconfident father is still existing in another dimension alongside this one."
Marty revealed, "So, you're saying that they're totally not even the same people I've grown up with since I was a young kid?"
"Precisely." Doc happily said. "This logic applies to me as well. The me you're talking to right now is the exact same me from just 20 minutes ago, before we dropped Biff off and ran into your parents again. The me from 1955 who met them after that incident still got 30 years older and went on the same adventures as me, so his memories converged with mine. The timeline, I believe has a self-preservation mechanism in it."
Marty had never been so interested in Doc's scientific talk before this. He listened intently, and asked with seriousness, "What is the self- preservation you mean?"
"I see it like this. Your birthday is June 9th, 1968. Also, your brother Dave, and sister Linda exist in this new timeline, as well as the one you came from. Back in the '60s I checked on your guys' birthdays just to make sure, and everything lined up with the first timeline. Off the top of your head, what are the logical chances of that happening?"
Marty agreed to that. "Not much I guess, huh, Doc?"
"Yes. Your parents' lives are very different now, but they still had the same kids, gave them the same names, even live in the same house. That's not coincidence in my opinion. It's the self-preservation of the timeline."
"I never would've thought that up in a million years, Doc. I can see it though, now that you mention it. Interesting. Well, what about Biff, did his being in 1985 have any change to him or something?"
"No, thankfully. Like I said, that sleep inducer I got in the future pretty much erased any reality of it from his mind. In the few weeks following this incident, he went around telling people he had this weird dream of being in the future with Calvin Klein, me, and your parents. Over time, he sort of seemed to forget the details of it, just like a dream you might have. It had no repercussions on what he did from than on."
As they turned into Lyon Estates, Marty thought again of the future and asked a question that, by itself would've been big, but in comparison to what he had just heard, was casual. "Hey, you mentioned you had to take me to the future, didn't you? That would be far out!"
The DeLorean stopped at Marty's driveway. Doc said, "I think we've both had enough time travel for today."
Jovially, yet seriously, Marty said, "Hell yeah, I'd say so."
"I'm going back home for a rest myself. Now, you've still got plenty of time today. Why don't you test out that nice new truck your dad bought for you? You can go pick Jennifer up and go to the lake. Just one thing though, if Doug Needles tries to taunt you or get you to do something you don't want to, than please don't listen to him. I know you don't like him, and you know better."
"I try to get along with that guy just for the hell of it, but, yeah, he's a real jerkoff sometimes! I promise, I'll just tell him to buzz off if he tries to get me to do some stunt or whatever."
"Good, Marty. I'm holding you to that. Just one thing, make sure you call me before you and Jennifer leave tomorrow morning."
Marty didn't quite know why Doc said that, but he happily agreed. "Yeah, no problem Doc! I will. See you soon!"
Doc waved back as he took off down the street. Marty sighed with relief. He promised he'd be back for Jen by lunchtime. It was now still only 11:10 AM as he hopped into his brand new 1986 Toyota 4 by 4 sporty, black, 150 horsepower pickup truck. As he turned out onto the street, he said to himself, "Thank God that's over. Hey, I don't believe I'm actually gonna be like 45 minutes early for a change!"
THE END
Disclaimer: I do not own Back To the Future or its characters. If I did, the movies would never have left theatres.