6:45 AM.

Emmett drove off, amazed at how much of a close call that was. Even though Biff Tannen was now in his 70's, Doc still didn't look forward to having to face him, and the possibility of him getting angry. He now could see what Lorraine meant about her ex-husband. It did sadden Doc a bit to see George McFly still letting Biff walk all over him. Yet again, he wasn't surprised from what he'd heard from Marty, and how he'd seen the man himself before.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he noticed a sight that surprised him, and somehow he failed to notice on his way in: the Courthouse itself! That clock was still broken, so obviously the efforts by the townspeople worked. More than that, though, was that the dirty parking lot that had been there since the 1970s was now gone – being replaced by what looked to be an artificial lake! It was dry, but was cordoned off, so it obviously would be finished soon.

Unbelievable. A pond by the old Courthouse. I suppose in the future, downtown activity will be compete with suburban growth thought the scientist as he drove past, heading west, toward his friend's future home.

Not unlike the areas by the Twin Pines Mall, and Lyon Estates, the western part of Hill Valley was considerably busier than a quarter century ago. Route 395 had once been a two-lane highway running through, and out of town, heading west to Grass Valley. Now, it was expanded to 4 lanes with small on and off ramps. One thing that had never changed was the speed limit was still 35 MPH through town!

The morning rush hour seemed to be in full force now, but even that was comparatively light compared to Doc's home time. It was split between the county skyway and the road. In the modern day, he assumed certain technology allowed more people to work from home, such as that Internet that young Goldie Wilson III was referring to.

During the 20-minute drive over, Doc continued to reflect on what had changed around town, and what hadn't. He had to admit, even though it wasn't good to know too much about your own future, he was fascinated by the changes, and even more so that he would live to naturally see them taking place.

Marty wasn't kidding about Hilldale. As the scientist pulled off the main road, turning right, into the sub-street, he could see wear and tear on the neighborhood. Over time he supposed it wasn't that much, but to see it 25 years later in a bang, it seemed to be. The bright pink and white paint on some of the houses needed to be redone. There was starting to be dumpsters in the street and garbage. He even noticed a few bums walking around. The houses themselves looked better than Lorraine's, but the neighborhood wasn't as good as Lyon Estates, especially considering it was the place to live in 1985. Still, it wasn't as bad as he'd feared.

Slowing down, he noticed a 3793 across the street. A 2004 Toyota pickup truck, and another 1980's car – what Doc recognized as a near mint condition '83 red Supra sat on the large driveway. He recognized both as being favorites of his friend. That fact itself would make the DeLorean seem far less out of place here in 2010.

Turning left and parking on the end of the driveway, he slowly approached the door, feeling a little less nervous than he had with Lorraine. At least he knew a bit more about himself and his surroundings now. He could only hope Marty himself would answer the door. If he knew Doc was visiting, no doubt he would be. Than again, if not much had changed, Marty could've easily decided to take a nap or gotten involved in something else, losing all track of time. If an older version of Jennifer opened, that would at least be okay. She was someone he knew as well, but she apparently still didn't know about the time machine. What really concerned him was if 'the kids' were to answer, as Marty said they had. What would he say then?

Take a bit of relaxation time, Brown. If you figured out a way to travel through the barrier of time, surely you can discover a way take control of this situation on your hands.

Noticing a large, round and flat button on the side of the door, he naturally assumed it was the doorbell. He tried it. Soon a computerized voice spoke back to him, momentarily startling him.

Access denied. Print not recognized. This home has the following occupants: McFly, Marty Sr.; Parker-McFly, Jennifer; McFly, Marty Jr.; McFly, Marlene.

Possibly doorbells didn't exist in the future! He decided to do the old-fashioned thing and knock. He concluded not to mess with any more futuristic technology without some guidance. He had to wonder if a time traveler from 1960 had suddenly appeared in 1985, how confused would they be?

Within 20 seconds, the knobless door opened from the other side and Doc need not guess who it was.

"Hey, Doc. God, it's nice to see you!"

"The feeling is mutual, Marty," he said as the two men shook hands comfortably.

"Won't you come in?" older Marty happily suggested, but slipped outside to quietly give Doc some advice. "Just one thing, though. You've gotta pretend you're the you of this time. Jen & the kids know you already, not like I do, but still. You've gotta act like you're 90. Walk slower or something."

"Very well, Marty. I certainly wouldn't want any questions about my being younger," said Doc as he stepped inside the suburban house, which looked considerably better furnished than his mom's house. A mix of current and past technology sat around the place. It was nostalgic and current. A flat TV screen hung in the living room, along with cases of what appeared to be called DVD's. Labels on them consisted of home movies, old TV shows and the like. He assumed there was now a way to copy videotapes to a disk.

"Nice looking, wouldn't you say? If me from 1985 was here now, he'd love a lot of this," replied Marty in a casual business shirt and slacks, as he led his friend into the kitchen. Doc saw a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey Jen, Doc's here," announced Marty.

The soon-to-be 42 year-old Jennifer Jane Parker-McFly (on the 29th) looked up from the newspaper she was reading at the breakfast table. She looked fairly close to how she had in 1985, and could probably pass for 32.

"Hello, Doc. It's been awhile since you visited. Is everything going okay with you?" she asked friendly.

"Umm, definitely so, Jennifer. I suppose I've just been a bit carried away with daily life. It's great to see you at this age, err, I mean at this time," he said, remembering to correct himself. He also made a halfway decent effort to disguise his voice, making it sound more 'old'.

"Yeah. From what I understand, you and Marty haven't been talking as much in the last few years. I know you guys are still like peas in a pot, but I guess it's not like when he was 17 and had all the time to go visit you everyday. Besides, you're probably enjoying your married life anyways, huh?"

Great Scott! Should I have truly begun this conversation? A lesser-prepared man could faint at this realization! I actually get married after the age of 65, and still am as such an old man!

As the scientist stood there pale as a ghost, the now middle-aged woman looked slightly confused. "Doc, you okay? You look like you've never hear that before!" Jennifer said with a slight giggle, sounding even more like her past self.

"Oh, no, it is. I'm just reflecting on how unusual it is for a man of my age to be married so late in life."

Marty, who was overhearing this whole thing, didn't want Doc to find out too much before he could be prepared. "Hey. Doc and me are gonna go catch up on a few things. If you need me, we'll be in the den."

"Oh, okay sweetie, but don't you want breakfast first? And I've still gotta wake Marty up. You know how he oversleeps worse than you ever did!"

"Thanks, but I can get something later on. Look, if you're late to open the salon, feel free to go, babe. Marty & Marlene can get ready for school on their own, they're big enough now," he said teasingly.

"I guess that's fair. See ya this evening. Bye bye, Doc. I'll let you two have your guy time together, hope to see you soon."

"You too, Jennifer. Have a nice day at work."

As Marty's longtime girlfriend, now wife, waved goodbye and headed out of the house, Brown hoped to find out more answers than questions about his life.