Flashback: Afternoon of March 3, 1991.
"How may I help you, sir?" The car salesman asked. "Hi, I'm looking for a new car that can fit my 3 new kids. My old truck can't fit that many people." "No problem. Try the new Ford Explorer, which can seat 7". Marty, aged 23, hopped into the car. The leather seats contoured his body perfectly as he has had recent back pain from chasing around the kids, who are very energetic. Well maybe except for 3 year old Gabrielle, who was very mature for her age and didn't quite feel like playing at all. "I'll take it".
Later that day. "Mom, I'm home, and I bought the new car!" Marty said with an enthusiastic tone. Lorraine was hysterically crying at the dinner table with George trying to comfort her. "Oh my God, Mom, what's wrong?" he asked. "Marty." Lorraine tried saying as calmly as possible. "Your grandmother just passed away."
March 20th, 1991. The date of Phyllis Margaret Baines' funeral. "Is your eulogy ready?" "Yeah". The hearses started rolling into the driveway of the Hill Valley Presbyterian Church cemetery as the priest was ready to bury the body of Marty's grandmother. Due to Marty's parents always being somewhat busy, Marty never quite gotten to know his grandmother, however he always remembered her as a wise woman. Marty was quite hesitant approaching the coffin to give his eulogy. "I've never gotten to quite know my grandmother. But I remember her as a smart, funny, wise individual. Visiting her house in Malibu, the smell of apple pies baking in the crisp spring mornings, the view of the Pacific Ocean are some of the best memories of my childhood. If only I had gotten to know her more, I would have gotten a better experience out of our relationship. Phyllis Margaret Baines, you are always in our hearts and never forgotten." The raindrops sporadically dropping from the sky eventually stopped as she was lowered six feet under in the ground. The tombstone read: PHYLLIS MARGARET BAINES JANUARY 5, 1908-MARCH 3, 1991 LOVING MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN
Flash forward 14 years to April 15, 2005. Gabrielle McFly was sound asleep. The soft, gentle wind was blowing in her bedroom window. Just the sound of her heavy breathing. Perfect, undisturbed silence. Until, whiny, twangy guitar riffs made her eyelids bulge open. Her 15 year old obnoxious little brother Cameron decided to blast his Allister CD. He got rather bored on his day off from school, and since his parents weren't exactly home to take him anywhere he decided to do a little headbanging around his room. Gabrielle looked at her clock, which was flashing 12:00. She looked at her watched and noticed that she was 15 minutes late to her job interview at the Guitar Center. Marty had been able to teach a thing or two to Gabrielle and Cameron about the ways of the guitar. Gabrielle ran back upstairs to talk to her little brother. She noticed her brother headbanging around the room like an idiot and started laughing hysterically. Cameron, quite annoyed, wasn't too happy about her sister's opinion. "What do you want, punk?" he said after he turned his stereo off. "Little bro, I just wanted to thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have never made it to my job interview. So thanks to you, just this one time that you screwed up you actually benefited something for someone else." "Um. say what?" "Look, forget it, I got to get ready." Her body was rather cold from her bed, so the shower felt quite nice. After her shower, she grabbed some pop tarts, no time to toast them as she usually does and took her 1965 Impala convertible and cruised down the Hilldale streets. "Ah, 17 years old and I am living the life", she said. Her life was going great until she got the call from Jennifer saying that she had to pick up the youngest kid from the family, Rocco, who is 7, from school after her job interview. Cameron and Gabrielle had the day off from Hilldale High, one being a sophomore, one being a senior. Rocco unfortunately had school, attending 2nd grade Hill Valley Elementary, due to their schools coming from two entirely different school districts. "Mom, I'm not sure if I can pick him up. This is really important, and it might take long." "Look, I have to work overtime today, so you better. Dad is still out bowling with his friends." "Then why can't Dad pick him up?" "Cause when was the last time Dad was able to spend time with his friends? Practically never. Look, just do me this one favor, please." "OK. Talk to you later, Mom, I love you," she said as she hung up her cell phone. As Gabrielle pulled into the parking lot, her future boss-to-be knew that she was late and really didn't mind. "OK, you tell the customers what brand and difference between all the guitars are, and whatnot." "Yeah, yeah, I know all that crap." "I looked at your application and it says your name is Gabrielle McFly, right? Any relation to the great Marty McFly from the 80s rock band 'The Apathetics?' "Yes. I am his daughter, and if you don't believe me do a DNA test." "Oh my God. You can work here anyday of the week, you are hired miss." "Yes! So, you want my Dad's autograph or anything, because I can easily get you one." "Of course I do! Hey, when can you start working?" "Next week works for me." "All right, I'll see you later, Gabrielle." The joyous look on her face as she got the job was indescribable as she left her new workplace in excitement.
That night. "Guys. I got the job!" she said to the 5 other people sitting down. "That's wonderful, honey!" Jennifer said with an overjoyed tone. "And I got it because guess why. the guy knew about your band in the 80s Dad and he just flat out gave me the job because I'm your daughter. Being the offspring of a famous punk rocker is definitely wicked cool." "That's my girl", Marty said with a smile, reading the Hilldale newspaper. "Oh no, we're out of milk. Marty, can you drive down to the 711 and get some? Here's 5 bucks if you need it." "Thanks, honey," as he stepped out the door. As soon as the car pulled out of the driveway, the phone rang. "I'll get it!" Gabrielle yelled. "Hello?" "Hello, this is Doc Brown, an old friend of Marty's. Is this the McFly residence?" "Yes, it is. Unfortunately he's not here but he'll be back in a few. Can you call back later?" "Sure." Click. 5 minutes later, Marty returned with the milk. "Well that was quick," Jennifer said. Short second later, phone rings again. Caller ID reads "CALIFORNIA, 347-226-9540." "Hmm. must be a cell phone or something," he said. "Hello?" he said as he finally answered. "Marty? Wow, is that you?" Marty realized that after 20 years of separation, he comes to realize that Emmett Doc Brown has finally returned to his time. With a gaped look on his face, Marty faints. On the other line Doc hears a thud. "Marty? Is everything all right? MARTY!"
Night of April 17, 2005, at Hilldale Hospital. "Where. where am I?" a delusional Marty asked. "You fainted 2 days ago. When you fell you hit your head on the side of the kitchen counter and your head was bleeding. You got stitches and everything." "Oh man. Am I able to go home now?" "Now that you're all stitched up, yes," the nurse kindly said. With that said, Gabrielle and the other kids were waiting outside in the hospital waiting room. Jennifer had to work a double shift, so she wasn't able to attend. "Where's your mother?" "At work," Rocco said. "Ready to go?" Gabrielle said as she was ready to drive the family home. "Yeah, just be careful driving."
Morning of April 18th, 2005 The phone began to ring as Marty sprang for the phone at the dinner table. "Hello?" "Marty, it's Doc. And I can assure you, it's 100% me." "Doc. it's been so long." "I know, almost 10 years." A slight moment of silence occurred as Marty stared at the clock. "Say what?!? Doc, you've been gone for about 20 years!" "So let me get this straight, the process of time moving in the past can actually be much slower than the time in the present or the future. I never knew it would be possible." "Wow, Doc, it's really only been 10 years for you?" "Yes, strangely enough as it is. Look, I moved in to Hilldale and if you look on your caller ID, that's my cell phone number. I'll give you my home phone number later, and BTW here's my address. 1485 East Townsend Drive." "That's about 2 blocks away. Perfect." "And Marty. don't tell anyone, but I bought a new DeLorean. Got it off of EBay." "I still have those parts, Doc. Don't even try thinking about building a new one, Doc, it's done and over with. I still have some bad enough memories as it is." "Yeah, but I've figured out a way that wouldn't cause any paradoxes or anything." "You're full of shit, Doc. You know that's what will happen and you know it." "What's this I'm hearing?" Gabrielle asked in curiosity. "Nothing Gabby, nothing," Marty said. "Then may I please go to Jason's party?" "Absolutely not! Not with your chemistry grade young lady and I better be seeing that you bring it up or you're not going to college unlike Kyle! You will help me clean the basement with me tonight because I won't have any other time to do it!" Kyle was a sophomore at Cal State Fullerton and was Gabrielle's bigger brother, who made average grades and was a huge jock. He took the liberty of beating up Biff's nephew in high school. "This is bullshit," Gabrielle said. "Watch your mouth and quit teaching our 7 year old more choice phrases that you just have to blurt out." "Whatever. I'm going outside to think." She went upstairs to her parents' room where Jennifer was watching TV. "Honey, is anything wrong?" she asked. "No, Mom, I just got to think for a minute." She stepped outside her parents' balcony and looked at the small Californian suburb of Hilldale below, her blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze. It was rather warm, so she took off her Volcom hoodie and looked at the clock tower a couple miles away in Hill Valley. It read 10:55 PM. "Gabby, please get ready for bed, you have school tomorrow," Jennifer said unwillingly. Aw shit, she's right, she thought as she stared at the ground below. She decided to run back downstairs to get a Pepsi from the fridge and came back to the balcony to sit and look. That's when she heard "Psst! Gabrielle! Psst!" "Jason? Is that you?" "Oh yeah sexy, you know it is." Jason and Gabrielle were dating for about 5 months. Marty didn't exactly like Jason too much, as he was a bit of an asshole to most of the kids in the school, but Gabrielle liked the wild and sexy side of him. "Come on down, babe. I have to talk to you about something. Why didn't you come to my party?" "God, I'm still pissed at my Dad. He wouldn't let me go to it, stupid chemistry. God I hate Mrs. Polanski." "Yeah, tell me about it. As if her class doesn't spell out 'insane asylum' enough already." "I feel rather cool. you want to go swimming?" "Yeah, but I don't have a bathing suit." "Oh, but you don't need one." Due to the fence around the yard, they were completely protected. Gabrielle looked over the fence. 11:03 PM. The whole family must be in bed already, she thought. As Gabrielle snuck back inside to change into her bathing suit, Jason stared at the moonlit glistened pool below him. Gabrielle ran back later as her hair flung up as the pool water immersed her body. Jason looked at his watch and decided that it was rather late, so he decided to leave. "Oh come on baby, stay for just a few more minutes?" said Gabrielle. "Sorry, but you remember the last time that I came home late from your house. Even though we live just a block away, still my mom gets really pissed." "OK. I'll see you later," as Gabrielle said as she got out of the pool.
April 18th, 2005 "Oh man. What time is it?" Gabrielle looked over at her clock. "Wow, I woke up early today, for once in my life." As she was about ready to get in the shower, Marty confronts her with anger. "Where the hell were you last night?!?" Marty asked over protectively. "I was in the pool." "Well I heard somebody whispering outside the balcony window last night. You didn't have that damned boyfriend of yours over again, did you?" "No, it's called talking on the phone, Dad." "I had to yell at Cameron because he was talking to Bryan until about midnight." "Dad, it's called my cell phone, welcome to the 21st century. Will you quit always instigating my life, I'm almost ready to leave for college." "OK, just don't rack up the cell phone bill again, you remember that scene you had with your mother," as Marty recalled Jennifer's frustration with her 2 years ago. "OK, OK, I don't have time for this, I got to get ready." Asshole, she thought. Cameron got up 5 minutes later. 6:45 AM. UGH, he thought to himself. He could only think about jamming with his bandmates later after school. "Oh crap, no time to get ready, I have to make the bus!" As he changed out of his PJs and put on his black Spitfire hood and baggy army pants, he grabbed some Pop tarts, put on his shoes and walked out of the house. He grabbed his skateboard and took off down the street, hiding it later behind the Hilldale sign so no one would notice it or steal it. A couple minutes later when walking over the abandoned train tracks he began to notice some broken plastic pieces all strewn out all over the place. He obviously assumed that they were probably very old. That's really weird. I wonder what they're from, he thought. As he finally waited at his stop, the bus later came. Gabrielle arrived before the busses did and noticed the clock. 7:15 AM. Damn I'm early, she thought. As she approached her locker her friend Andrea, who she called Eea for short, confronted her. "Hey Gab!" "Hey." "Study for the big chemistry test today?" "Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she completely forgot. "Smooth, real smooth. Anyway, I hope you do good." "Yeah, as if Polanski would actually let me get a passing grade on a test for once." As she entered chemistry first period she later ran into Cameron in the hallway. "Dude, you do know that you forgot your lunch," he said. "Oh oops. Give it to me later after 1st period when I see you again." "Yeah, I figured you would need it." As Gabrielle got handed her test, she was ready for her serious mental lapses. "Why can't I remember any of this?!?" she muttered to himself. As she guessed on most of the questions, she later turned it in and later she received another F. "Crap." As she was sitting doodling in her agenda book when she usually gets bored, her ears echoed with a sharp, piercing noise as Mrs. Polanski called out, "Gabrielle!" "Yes, Mrs. Polanski?" "Can you come up to my desk please?" Uh oh. This can't be good, she thought to herself. "Gabrielle, I've noticed your falling grades. You must pass this class in order to graduate in June, and I've said it before and I'll say it again. And due to this poor, poor test, I will have to call your mother." Oh man. Good old Jennifer's going to flip. "Do you understand me?" "Yes, Mrs. Polanski." "Good, now take your seat before the bell rings."
Later that day. Gabrielle entered the house with a blank expression of tiredness as her backpack filled with homework piled on. "Mom, Dad, I'm hom." "Gabby, no time to talk. Look, this is an old friend of mine, Doc Brown. Just call him Doc." I guess Polanski didn't call yet. Thank God. "Oh yeah, the wacky scientist guy from the 80s, right, you guys are tight?" "Wow, how long have I been in the 1885 again?" Doc asked as to what new slang terms are present in the 2005. "Whoa, say what?" Gabby asked, curious as to what exactly the Doc was talking about. "You've heard me right. In the 80s, I've created a time machine. Your father has visited 2015, 1955, and 1855, along as returned back to 1985, when the time machine was destroyed. However when your father returned from 2015, the future was erased. See, when he visited the future, you weren't even born yet. However when he returned to the 80s, the future was erased, and so you came along." "So, what you're saying. you can go back in the past and change the course of history?" "Yes, it's been done." Oh my God, the test. Tomorrow I can go back to today and take the test again. "Hmm. So let's say I forgot to do my homework for a day. Are you saying it's possible to go back, do it, and then turn it in?" "In your scenario. not exactly. You see, your past self would still be living in that time, so you would have to be careful not to let yourself and your past self see each other or else the universe would do something terrible." I can pull it off, she thought. "Gab. I would love for you to come into the time machine with us. Cameron too since he's mature enough. I honestly wouldn't think that you would really want to go into the past, as I know you're not that kind of person." "Hell yeah, you got me figured out." "So you want to go into the future?" "Of course."
Marty, Doc, and Gabrielle all entered the DeLorean as Cameron later walked up the driveway. "What the hell?" he asked. "Hey Cameron, want to see something cool?" Marty asked. "Um, OK," Cameron said with uncertainty. Doc began to say the dates of the new times. "Destination: December 19th, 2045. Last destination traveled: April 6th, 2005. Original time: 7/17/1895." "So you mean." Cameron said. "Yes, we are going 40 years into the future. Hang on to your hats, kids, you're going to see what happens when you're in your 50s," Doc exclaimed.
Later. CHAPTER 2: HILL CREEK 2045
"How may I help you, sir?" The car salesman asked. "Hi, I'm looking for a new car that can fit my 3 new kids. My old truck can't fit that many people." "No problem. Try the new Ford Explorer, which can seat 7". Marty, aged 23, hopped into the car. The leather seats contoured his body perfectly as he has had recent back pain from chasing around the kids, who are very energetic. Well maybe except for 3 year old Gabrielle, who was very mature for her age and didn't quite feel like playing at all. "I'll take it".
Later that day. "Mom, I'm home, and I bought the new car!" Marty said with an enthusiastic tone. Lorraine was hysterically crying at the dinner table with George trying to comfort her. "Oh my God, Mom, what's wrong?" he asked. "Marty." Lorraine tried saying as calmly as possible. "Your grandmother just passed away."
March 20th, 1991. The date of Phyllis Margaret Baines' funeral. "Is your eulogy ready?" "Yeah". The hearses started rolling into the driveway of the Hill Valley Presbyterian Church cemetery as the priest was ready to bury the body of Marty's grandmother. Due to Marty's parents always being somewhat busy, Marty never quite gotten to know his grandmother, however he always remembered her as a wise woman. Marty was quite hesitant approaching the coffin to give his eulogy. "I've never gotten to quite know my grandmother. But I remember her as a smart, funny, wise individual. Visiting her house in Malibu, the smell of apple pies baking in the crisp spring mornings, the view of the Pacific Ocean are some of the best memories of my childhood. If only I had gotten to know her more, I would have gotten a better experience out of our relationship. Phyllis Margaret Baines, you are always in our hearts and never forgotten." The raindrops sporadically dropping from the sky eventually stopped as she was lowered six feet under in the ground. The tombstone read: PHYLLIS MARGARET BAINES JANUARY 5, 1908-MARCH 3, 1991 LOVING MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN
Flash forward 14 years to April 15, 2005. Gabrielle McFly was sound asleep. The soft, gentle wind was blowing in her bedroom window. Just the sound of her heavy breathing. Perfect, undisturbed silence. Until, whiny, twangy guitar riffs made her eyelids bulge open. Her 15 year old obnoxious little brother Cameron decided to blast his Allister CD. He got rather bored on his day off from school, and since his parents weren't exactly home to take him anywhere he decided to do a little headbanging around his room. Gabrielle looked at her clock, which was flashing 12:00. She looked at her watched and noticed that she was 15 minutes late to her job interview at the Guitar Center. Marty had been able to teach a thing or two to Gabrielle and Cameron about the ways of the guitar. Gabrielle ran back upstairs to talk to her little brother. She noticed her brother headbanging around the room like an idiot and started laughing hysterically. Cameron, quite annoyed, wasn't too happy about her sister's opinion. "What do you want, punk?" he said after he turned his stereo off. "Little bro, I just wanted to thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have never made it to my job interview. So thanks to you, just this one time that you screwed up you actually benefited something for someone else." "Um. say what?" "Look, forget it, I got to get ready." Her body was rather cold from her bed, so the shower felt quite nice. After her shower, she grabbed some pop tarts, no time to toast them as she usually does and took her 1965 Impala convertible and cruised down the Hilldale streets. "Ah, 17 years old and I am living the life", she said. Her life was going great until she got the call from Jennifer saying that she had to pick up the youngest kid from the family, Rocco, who is 7, from school after her job interview. Cameron and Gabrielle had the day off from Hilldale High, one being a sophomore, one being a senior. Rocco unfortunately had school, attending 2nd grade Hill Valley Elementary, due to their schools coming from two entirely different school districts. "Mom, I'm not sure if I can pick him up. This is really important, and it might take long." "Look, I have to work overtime today, so you better. Dad is still out bowling with his friends." "Then why can't Dad pick him up?" "Cause when was the last time Dad was able to spend time with his friends? Practically never. Look, just do me this one favor, please." "OK. Talk to you later, Mom, I love you," she said as she hung up her cell phone. As Gabrielle pulled into the parking lot, her future boss-to-be knew that she was late and really didn't mind. "OK, you tell the customers what brand and difference between all the guitars are, and whatnot." "Yeah, yeah, I know all that crap." "I looked at your application and it says your name is Gabrielle McFly, right? Any relation to the great Marty McFly from the 80s rock band 'The Apathetics?' "Yes. I am his daughter, and if you don't believe me do a DNA test." "Oh my God. You can work here anyday of the week, you are hired miss." "Yes! So, you want my Dad's autograph or anything, because I can easily get you one." "Of course I do! Hey, when can you start working?" "Next week works for me." "All right, I'll see you later, Gabrielle." The joyous look on her face as she got the job was indescribable as she left her new workplace in excitement.
That night. "Guys. I got the job!" she said to the 5 other people sitting down. "That's wonderful, honey!" Jennifer said with an overjoyed tone. "And I got it because guess why. the guy knew about your band in the 80s Dad and he just flat out gave me the job because I'm your daughter. Being the offspring of a famous punk rocker is definitely wicked cool." "That's my girl", Marty said with a smile, reading the Hilldale newspaper. "Oh no, we're out of milk. Marty, can you drive down to the 711 and get some? Here's 5 bucks if you need it." "Thanks, honey," as he stepped out the door. As soon as the car pulled out of the driveway, the phone rang. "I'll get it!" Gabrielle yelled. "Hello?" "Hello, this is Doc Brown, an old friend of Marty's. Is this the McFly residence?" "Yes, it is. Unfortunately he's not here but he'll be back in a few. Can you call back later?" "Sure." Click. 5 minutes later, Marty returned with the milk. "Well that was quick," Jennifer said. Short second later, phone rings again. Caller ID reads "CALIFORNIA, 347-226-9540." "Hmm. must be a cell phone or something," he said. "Hello?" he said as he finally answered. "Marty? Wow, is that you?" Marty realized that after 20 years of separation, he comes to realize that Emmett Doc Brown has finally returned to his time. With a gaped look on his face, Marty faints. On the other line Doc hears a thud. "Marty? Is everything all right? MARTY!"
Night of April 17, 2005, at Hilldale Hospital. "Where. where am I?" a delusional Marty asked. "You fainted 2 days ago. When you fell you hit your head on the side of the kitchen counter and your head was bleeding. You got stitches and everything." "Oh man. Am I able to go home now?" "Now that you're all stitched up, yes," the nurse kindly said. With that said, Gabrielle and the other kids were waiting outside in the hospital waiting room. Jennifer had to work a double shift, so she wasn't able to attend. "Where's your mother?" "At work," Rocco said. "Ready to go?" Gabrielle said as she was ready to drive the family home. "Yeah, just be careful driving."
Morning of April 18th, 2005 The phone began to ring as Marty sprang for the phone at the dinner table. "Hello?" "Marty, it's Doc. And I can assure you, it's 100% me." "Doc. it's been so long." "I know, almost 10 years." A slight moment of silence occurred as Marty stared at the clock. "Say what?!? Doc, you've been gone for about 20 years!" "So let me get this straight, the process of time moving in the past can actually be much slower than the time in the present or the future. I never knew it would be possible." "Wow, Doc, it's really only been 10 years for you?" "Yes, strangely enough as it is. Look, I moved in to Hilldale and if you look on your caller ID, that's my cell phone number. I'll give you my home phone number later, and BTW here's my address. 1485 East Townsend Drive." "That's about 2 blocks away. Perfect." "And Marty. don't tell anyone, but I bought a new DeLorean. Got it off of EBay." "I still have those parts, Doc. Don't even try thinking about building a new one, Doc, it's done and over with. I still have some bad enough memories as it is." "Yeah, but I've figured out a way that wouldn't cause any paradoxes or anything." "You're full of shit, Doc. You know that's what will happen and you know it." "What's this I'm hearing?" Gabrielle asked in curiosity. "Nothing Gabby, nothing," Marty said. "Then may I please go to Jason's party?" "Absolutely not! Not with your chemistry grade young lady and I better be seeing that you bring it up or you're not going to college unlike Kyle! You will help me clean the basement with me tonight because I won't have any other time to do it!" Kyle was a sophomore at Cal State Fullerton and was Gabrielle's bigger brother, who made average grades and was a huge jock. He took the liberty of beating up Biff's nephew in high school. "This is bullshit," Gabrielle said. "Watch your mouth and quit teaching our 7 year old more choice phrases that you just have to blurt out." "Whatever. I'm going outside to think." She went upstairs to her parents' room where Jennifer was watching TV. "Honey, is anything wrong?" she asked. "No, Mom, I just got to think for a minute." She stepped outside her parents' balcony and looked at the small Californian suburb of Hilldale below, her blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze. It was rather warm, so she took off her Volcom hoodie and looked at the clock tower a couple miles away in Hill Valley. It read 10:55 PM. "Gabby, please get ready for bed, you have school tomorrow," Jennifer said unwillingly. Aw shit, she's right, she thought as she stared at the ground below. She decided to run back downstairs to get a Pepsi from the fridge and came back to the balcony to sit and look. That's when she heard "Psst! Gabrielle! Psst!" "Jason? Is that you?" "Oh yeah sexy, you know it is." Jason and Gabrielle were dating for about 5 months. Marty didn't exactly like Jason too much, as he was a bit of an asshole to most of the kids in the school, but Gabrielle liked the wild and sexy side of him. "Come on down, babe. I have to talk to you about something. Why didn't you come to my party?" "God, I'm still pissed at my Dad. He wouldn't let me go to it, stupid chemistry. God I hate Mrs. Polanski." "Yeah, tell me about it. As if her class doesn't spell out 'insane asylum' enough already." "I feel rather cool. you want to go swimming?" "Yeah, but I don't have a bathing suit." "Oh, but you don't need one." Due to the fence around the yard, they were completely protected. Gabrielle looked over the fence. 11:03 PM. The whole family must be in bed already, she thought. As Gabrielle snuck back inside to change into her bathing suit, Jason stared at the moonlit glistened pool below him. Gabrielle ran back later as her hair flung up as the pool water immersed her body. Jason looked at his watch and decided that it was rather late, so he decided to leave. "Oh come on baby, stay for just a few more minutes?" said Gabrielle. "Sorry, but you remember the last time that I came home late from your house. Even though we live just a block away, still my mom gets really pissed." "OK. I'll see you later," as Gabrielle said as she got out of the pool.
April 18th, 2005 "Oh man. What time is it?" Gabrielle looked over at her clock. "Wow, I woke up early today, for once in my life." As she was about ready to get in the shower, Marty confronts her with anger. "Where the hell were you last night?!?" Marty asked over protectively. "I was in the pool." "Well I heard somebody whispering outside the balcony window last night. You didn't have that damned boyfriend of yours over again, did you?" "No, it's called talking on the phone, Dad." "I had to yell at Cameron because he was talking to Bryan until about midnight." "Dad, it's called my cell phone, welcome to the 21st century. Will you quit always instigating my life, I'm almost ready to leave for college." "OK, just don't rack up the cell phone bill again, you remember that scene you had with your mother," as Marty recalled Jennifer's frustration with her 2 years ago. "OK, OK, I don't have time for this, I got to get ready." Asshole, she thought. Cameron got up 5 minutes later. 6:45 AM. UGH, he thought to himself. He could only think about jamming with his bandmates later after school. "Oh crap, no time to get ready, I have to make the bus!" As he changed out of his PJs and put on his black Spitfire hood and baggy army pants, he grabbed some Pop tarts, put on his shoes and walked out of the house. He grabbed his skateboard and took off down the street, hiding it later behind the Hilldale sign so no one would notice it or steal it. A couple minutes later when walking over the abandoned train tracks he began to notice some broken plastic pieces all strewn out all over the place. He obviously assumed that they were probably very old. That's really weird. I wonder what they're from, he thought. As he finally waited at his stop, the bus later came. Gabrielle arrived before the busses did and noticed the clock. 7:15 AM. Damn I'm early, she thought. As she approached her locker her friend Andrea, who she called Eea for short, confronted her. "Hey Gab!" "Hey." "Study for the big chemistry test today?" "Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she completely forgot. "Smooth, real smooth. Anyway, I hope you do good." "Yeah, as if Polanski would actually let me get a passing grade on a test for once." As she entered chemistry first period she later ran into Cameron in the hallway. "Dude, you do know that you forgot your lunch," he said. "Oh oops. Give it to me later after 1st period when I see you again." "Yeah, I figured you would need it." As Gabrielle got handed her test, she was ready for her serious mental lapses. "Why can't I remember any of this?!?" she muttered to himself. As she guessed on most of the questions, she later turned it in and later she received another F. "Crap." As she was sitting doodling in her agenda book when she usually gets bored, her ears echoed with a sharp, piercing noise as Mrs. Polanski called out, "Gabrielle!" "Yes, Mrs. Polanski?" "Can you come up to my desk please?" Uh oh. This can't be good, she thought to herself. "Gabrielle, I've noticed your falling grades. You must pass this class in order to graduate in June, and I've said it before and I'll say it again. And due to this poor, poor test, I will have to call your mother." Oh man. Good old Jennifer's going to flip. "Do you understand me?" "Yes, Mrs. Polanski." "Good, now take your seat before the bell rings."
Later that day. Gabrielle entered the house with a blank expression of tiredness as her backpack filled with homework piled on. "Mom, Dad, I'm hom." "Gabby, no time to talk. Look, this is an old friend of mine, Doc Brown. Just call him Doc." I guess Polanski didn't call yet. Thank God. "Oh yeah, the wacky scientist guy from the 80s, right, you guys are tight?" "Wow, how long have I been in the 1885 again?" Doc asked as to what new slang terms are present in the 2005. "Whoa, say what?" Gabby asked, curious as to what exactly the Doc was talking about. "You've heard me right. In the 80s, I've created a time machine. Your father has visited 2015, 1955, and 1855, along as returned back to 1985, when the time machine was destroyed. However when your father returned from 2015, the future was erased. See, when he visited the future, you weren't even born yet. However when he returned to the 80s, the future was erased, and so you came along." "So, what you're saying. you can go back in the past and change the course of history?" "Yes, it's been done." Oh my God, the test. Tomorrow I can go back to today and take the test again. "Hmm. So let's say I forgot to do my homework for a day. Are you saying it's possible to go back, do it, and then turn it in?" "In your scenario. not exactly. You see, your past self would still be living in that time, so you would have to be careful not to let yourself and your past self see each other or else the universe would do something terrible." I can pull it off, she thought. "Gab. I would love for you to come into the time machine with us. Cameron too since he's mature enough. I honestly wouldn't think that you would really want to go into the past, as I know you're not that kind of person." "Hell yeah, you got me figured out." "So you want to go into the future?" "Of course."
Marty, Doc, and Gabrielle all entered the DeLorean as Cameron later walked up the driveway. "What the hell?" he asked. "Hey Cameron, want to see something cool?" Marty asked. "Um, OK," Cameron said with uncertainty. Doc began to say the dates of the new times. "Destination: December 19th, 2045. Last destination traveled: April 6th, 2005. Original time: 7/17/1895." "So you mean." Cameron said. "Yes, we are going 40 years into the future. Hang on to your hats, kids, you're going to see what happens when you're in your 50s," Doc exclaimed.
Later. CHAPTER 2: HILL CREEK 2045