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When Worlds Collide and Go Kaboom: Chapter 3

The clocktower was in sight, the time displayed on it still stuck at 10:04, as it had been for the past sixty years.  Marty ducked as a car flew over him and landed a few meters away, narrowly missing his head.  Leaving the swearing driver behind, he wandered around aimlessly admiring the scenery and watching as a six-year-old boy fell off his hoverboard and into a pond to the amusement of his friends.

Picking up a newspaper from a nearby dustbin, Marty sat down on the bench and flipped to the comics section where he read for a few minutes or so.  He soon lost interest, though.  The standard of comics was dropping and he didn't even get half the jokes.  Bored, Marty returned the paper to the place from whence it came, i.e. the dustbin, then stood and walked towards the Café 80s.  He needed a drink.  Badly.

Entering the café, Marty walked up to the counter.  A group of teenagers were laughing away at some private joke at a nearby table, but he paid no attention to them.

"One Pepsi Free…"

The drink popped up and he took it, pressing his thumb down at the allocated area to pay, hoping his future self wouldn't mind.  Then again, it was just a drink… it couldn't cost that much.  Casually, Marty turned his eyes to the price displayed on the screen…

"TEN DOLLARS?" he half-yelled, attracting the attention of a few people.

"Yeah.  Kinda cheap, huh?" another customer remarked, sipping away at his own drink, apparently oblivious of the expression on Marty's face.

Eyes opened in disbelief, the latter looked back at the bottle.

And discovered the inevitable problem… opening it.

Marty tried to remain inconspicuous as he pushed, pulled and twisted the bottle cap any way he could and then some, but more and more heads were turning his way.  What was more, he couldn't blame them.

Frustrated, Marty brought his hand down and smashed the lid.  It flew open, and the bottle squirted him in the face.

"AAAH!"

The café had gone deadly silent.  Every head was turned towards Marty, and the boy swore he could even hear crickets chirping.

Dripping with about two dollars worth of Pepsi Free, Marty smiled sheepishly at them and tried to look away.

At least he'd got the bottle open.

As Marty lifted it up to drink, however, he heard an unfamiliar voice call out.

"Marty?"

Slowly, he turned to the source of the sound, someone in the group of teenagers he had seen earlier laughing by themselves.

The speaker continued, breaking up into a grin of recognition that Marty could not return.

"Hey, it IS you!" The teen motioned Marty over to sit. "You're early.  Come on.  I didn't see you just now, MJ.  What were you trying to do? I mean, with the Pepsi and all…"

Marty moved over slowly, trying to think of a way out.

"Uh… nothing…"

The boy sat down, as another one of his future son's friends started speaking.

"See that guy over there?" the latter whispered, pointing to a rather plump man sitting in front of them.  Oh, fine.  He was fat.  REALLY fat.  You know the kind.

"Yeah?"

"Okay.  In about… twenty seconds, he's gonna get up real fast and run for the toilet.  Watch." The teen grinned.

"Why?"

"We put… uh… something in his drink when he wasn't looking.  It takes a while to work, so just wait…"

All the occupants of Marty's table were now watching the man intently.

And were rewarded, as he jumped up with a yell, knocking over his drink, and dashed to the toilet as fast as his stout legs could carry him.  Strains of "I NEED THE LOO!" were heard coming from his general direction.

The teenagers collapsed with laughter, and Marty tried unsuccessfully to suppress a grin as his eyes took in the scenario.

But then his gaze settled on the clock, and his grin vanished.

It was 7:53.

He had to go.  And not to the loo.

Slowly, Marty got up from the table.

"Hey, where're you going?"

"Uh… I need the toilet…"

"Oh."

Once away from the table, Marty sprinted towards the door.

"Hey, McFly!"

He screeched to a stop and turned back round.

"The toilet's THAT way."

"Oh." Marty tried to come up with some sort of excuse.  "Uh… I meant, the OTHER toilet…"

Not bothering to figure out what he had just said, the 17-year-old ran out the door, as the entire café stared after him, noting the departure of one of the most interesting things that had ever happened to the place.

            Once outside, Marty looked around, trying to get his bearings.  He licked his lips.  There was still some Pepsi left there.

            Marty started to head towards the clocktower, when he noticed someone staring at him.  It was a girl of about his age, standing a little way off.  And somehow, it struck Marty that she was… different, like she didn't quite seem to belong.  Like him.  There was just something strange about her… that made her stand out amongst the other people around, as she fixed her eyes on Marty, looking at him silently with an expression that he couldn't really decipher… it was as if she knew… knew who he was, what he was doing…

            Feeling uncomfortable, he turned away and moved off, headed in the direction of the clocktower once more.

And then he saw Marty Jr., walking backwards onto the road as he talked to a friend, holding what could possibly be the last conversation in his life.

And he saw the car, a little further off in the sky, and he knew.

There was no time to think of any kind of plan… and even if he did, there wasn't much of a chance of it actually working.

It was 7:55 am, but Marty could be sure that the newspapers would never be able to give the exact time of the accident.

Dashing out towards his future son, Marty had room for only one last thought: the last time he had saved a family member form a car accident, he had nearly erased himself from existence.  Did he really want to do this?

The car was coming closer… it was now or never…

Marty lunged forwards, shoving his future son out of the way in the only method he knew of preventing car accidents. 

He felt something hit him as he fell to the ground.

Then all went black.

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