"Don't believe what the government says. Listen to me. The technology I
have with me today is proof that I can give you better lives. Me and my
scientist sidekick will lead you away from this land that is headed for
destruction."
"He's got the grammar down," Marty said sarcastically.
Marty, Jean, and Jules were standing in the middle of a huge crowd of conservative and apparently uneducated Americans listening to Griff Tannan show off his 2016 gadgets in an abandoned ampatheater in the middle of nowhere. He was saying a bunch of spin talk on petty matters to frustrated farmers. The three time travelers were in 1876 clothing with disguising bandanas over their faces, and inconspicuous bags full of weapons at their sides. Inside them there were three thin but deadly iron clubs that Doc had given them and the two full tranquilizers leftover from the attack on the time machine. The three were nervous about many things but were still confident about their task and that their plan was laid out well.
At that moment, however, they were more concerned about the two people behind the ranting Tannen.
Behind Griff sat Doc Brown with his son Verne right beside him. Jules seemed very relieved at the fact that they looked so well. Doc was just sitting in the background with a fake smile on his face and an almost automatic nod when Griff made a so-called point. Verne, however, didn't have a smile on his face but more of a worried look that was trying to be hidden.
"My mom isn't there," Jules said. "I knew they were using my mom as blackmail. That smile is so fake I could..."
"Calm down Jules," Jean whispered despite the sudden eruption of cheering.
"We have to find a way to get to them," Marty said. "Without Doc, Griff has no brains in his government and his revolt will fall apart before it even starts."
"Could we talk about this in a more public place?" Jean said after another eruption of cheering.
"You're right," Marty said. "Let's go to the time machine after Griff finishes speaking."
"Why can't we go now?" Jules asked.
"I am information hungry, Jules." Marty said. "I always need to get as much as I can on this guy so it could be easier to defeat him. Besides, I'm a journalist; I always need to find out as much info as I can."
"Marty," Jules said. "You have changed from the guy I heard you were before. What about going in for the kill in this guy!"
"Now I know you're a hypocrite, Jules," Jean said. "You just made the same mistake Kyle made that got him arrested. I guess restraining your emotions is harder than it looks now is it?"
Jules turned around and saw five or six farmers staring at him with eyes of anger.
"Listen to this man," one of them said in an idiotic voice. It was obvious that Griff was trying to appeal to the "dumb but strong" demographic that would actually listen. "This man is telling the truth. He could be our savior."
"Sounds more like and Antichrist than a Jesus Christ." Jean said. This angered the farmers to the point of screaming and ranting. This got Griff's attention.
"What ho?!" Griff shouted in a cheesy-old-rich-guy way.
"Oh my gosh," Jean said. "This guy's a moron!" That did it. The crowd went mad.
"You say I'm irresponsible in my speech?!" Jules shouted. "You and the rest of your family should talk!"
"Watch it kid!" Marty and Jean shouted in unison.
A shouting match between the three time travelers escalated to a point that it drove the crowd around them to be scared to bother them until they were finished fighting. Griff then pushed through the speechless crowd and approached the fighting trio. Doc accompanied him and immediately recognized Marty and Jules even through their bandanas, but he was in a blank of who Jean was. It was always said that Jean looked nothing like her dad, and it might have helped at that moment to have looked at least a pinch like Marty.
"What's going on?!" Griff shouted, with his 2015 voice coming back in full.
"What is it?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" the three shouted in unison. After they realized who they were talking to, and who was with them, they stopped shouting and stood silence. Marty then attempted to say "hi Doc" in sign language, but his hands were grabbed and his bandana was pulled down. Jean and Jules' bandanas were pulled down, too.
"You know them, don't you?" Griff said to Doc. Doc just hung his head and said nothing. "I'll take that as a yes. Lock 'em in the dungeon."
"Dungeon?" Jean said to herself. "A fancy name for what's gonna be a shallow hole in the ground."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It turned out that that shallow hole in the ground was a portable high- security prison that was somehow brought from the future. It was a large cube-like thing with six small cells with plastic bars shielding them and tiny windows being the only contact with the outside world. They had simply thrown their sacks in the woods without checking out the contents and threw Jules, Marty, and Jean into the same small cell with one bed. The three were just sitting in silence until Jean finally broke it.
"I wonder how the time machine is doing."
"The hologram is keeping it invisible," Jules said. "Good thing it wasn't damaged in the crash."
Silence again.
"Wanna pray?" Marty said. "Kyle would've liked that."
"A lot of good he's done this mission," Jules said hoping for it to be to himself. Marty heard him anyway and blew up.
"Jules, I have dealt with your awful comments all this time, and I am sick of them! Kyle is a wonderful kid and a wonderful son! If it wasn't for him, I might have died when I..." Marty then almost completely broke down. Jean then put her arm around him to comfort him.
"What happened?" Jules said, sounding slightly apologetic.
Marty then sighed and prepared to tell an obviously painful story.
"When I was in the prime of my career and Kyle was about 11, I got cancer. It was in my leg and the doctors were saying it was very possible that I could die. I got about a million surgeries including the amputation that finally ended them all. However, I still had to go through chemo."
"What's chemo?" Jules interrupted.
"You'll see," Marty said. "Anyway, while I felt like I just couldn't go through any more treatments, Kyle came into my hospital room to visit. He read me a passage from Psalms that was mentioned in church that day. It was Psalm 23. Verse four to the end went like this: 'When I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me...'"
"...Your rod and Your staff they comfort me." Said a strange female voice from another cell. "You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil. My cup runs over. Surly goodness and mercy will follow me all the days for my life."
Another voice from outside then joined the female voice and continued, "And I will dwell in the house of the Lord, forever."
Jules, with tears in his eyes, ran to the bars of the cell and poked his head out. "Mother?" he called.
"Yes Jules," Clara Brown said in a weak voice as she poked her head out from her cell in the other side of the compound. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too mother," Jules said. "Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here."
Meanwhile, Marty ran to the hole in the wall that was called a window and saw Kyle sitting right underneath it.
"How did you get here?" Marty said with tears in his eyes.
"I'll explain that later," Kyle whispered with obvious happiness but just as obvious urgency. "Right now I have to concentrate on saving history, and you three, or four I guess if you include Clara. Griff's revolt is gonna start soon and we gotta stop him to keep the world in working order. And considering the only guard of this thing you're in is a stick-thin idiot with no clue how to use his sonic gun, breaking you out of prison should be the easiest part."
"Yea, but..."
"Another thing," Kyle interrupted. "Where's Jean?"
Marty looked away from the window for a minute and saw Jules crying at the bars of the cell, while Jean was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands crying tears of joy.
Marty then turned back toward Kyle and said. "She's here, and so are Jules and Clara."
"Good," Kyle said. "Now for the real action to begin."
"He's got the grammar down," Marty said sarcastically.
Marty, Jean, and Jules were standing in the middle of a huge crowd of conservative and apparently uneducated Americans listening to Griff Tannan show off his 2016 gadgets in an abandoned ampatheater in the middle of nowhere. He was saying a bunch of spin talk on petty matters to frustrated farmers. The three time travelers were in 1876 clothing with disguising bandanas over their faces, and inconspicuous bags full of weapons at their sides. Inside them there were three thin but deadly iron clubs that Doc had given them and the two full tranquilizers leftover from the attack on the time machine. The three were nervous about many things but were still confident about their task and that their plan was laid out well.
At that moment, however, they were more concerned about the two people behind the ranting Tannen.
Behind Griff sat Doc Brown with his son Verne right beside him. Jules seemed very relieved at the fact that they looked so well. Doc was just sitting in the background with a fake smile on his face and an almost automatic nod when Griff made a so-called point. Verne, however, didn't have a smile on his face but more of a worried look that was trying to be hidden.
"My mom isn't there," Jules said. "I knew they were using my mom as blackmail. That smile is so fake I could..."
"Calm down Jules," Jean whispered despite the sudden eruption of cheering.
"We have to find a way to get to them," Marty said. "Without Doc, Griff has no brains in his government and his revolt will fall apart before it even starts."
"Could we talk about this in a more public place?" Jean said after another eruption of cheering.
"You're right," Marty said. "Let's go to the time machine after Griff finishes speaking."
"Why can't we go now?" Jules asked.
"I am information hungry, Jules." Marty said. "I always need to get as much as I can on this guy so it could be easier to defeat him. Besides, I'm a journalist; I always need to find out as much info as I can."
"Marty," Jules said. "You have changed from the guy I heard you were before. What about going in for the kill in this guy!"
"Now I know you're a hypocrite, Jules," Jean said. "You just made the same mistake Kyle made that got him arrested. I guess restraining your emotions is harder than it looks now is it?"
Jules turned around and saw five or six farmers staring at him with eyes of anger.
"Listen to this man," one of them said in an idiotic voice. It was obvious that Griff was trying to appeal to the "dumb but strong" demographic that would actually listen. "This man is telling the truth. He could be our savior."
"Sounds more like and Antichrist than a Jesus Christ." Jean said. This angered the farmers to the point of screaming and ranting. This got Griff's attention.
"What ho?!" Griff shouted in a cheesy-old-rich-guy way.
"Oh my gosh," Jean said. "This guy's a moron!" That did it. The crowd went mad.
"You say I'm irresponsible in my speech?!" Jules shouted. "You and the rest of your family should talk!"
"Watch it kid!" Marty and Jean shouted in unison.
A shouting match between the three time travelers escalated to a point that it drove the crowd around them to be scared to bother them until they were finished fighting. Griff then pushed through the speechless crowd and approached the fighting trio. Doc accompanied him and immediately recognized Marty and Jules even through their bandanas, but he was in a blank of who Jean was. It was always said that Jean looked nothing like her dad, and it might have helped at that moment to have looked at least a pinch like Marty.
"What's going on?!" Griff shouted, with his 2015 voice coming back in full.
"What is it?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" the three shouted in unison. After they realized who they were talking to, and who was with them, they stopped shouting and stood silence. Marty then attempted to say "hi Doc" in sign language, but his hands were grabbed and his bandana was pulled down. Jean and Jules' bandanas were pulled down, too.
"You know them, don't you?" Griff said to Doc. Doc just hung his head and said nothing. "I'll take that as a yes. Lock 'em in the dungeon."
"Dungeon?" Jean said to herself. "A fancy name for what's gonna be a shallow hole in the ground."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It turned out that that shallow hole in the ground was a portable high- security prison that was somehow brought from the future. It was a large cube-like thing with six small cells with plastic bars shielding them and tiny windows being the only contact with the outside world. They had simply thrown their sacks in the woods without checking out the contents and threw Jules, Marty, and Jean into the same small cell with one bed. The three were just sitting in silence until Jean finally broke it.
"I wonder how the time machine is doing."
"The hologram is keeping it invisible," Jules said. "Good thing it wasn't damaged in the crash."
Silence again.
"Wanna pray?" Marty said. "Kyle would've liked that."
"A lot of good he's done this mission," Jules said hoping for it to be to himself. Marty heard him anyway and blew up.
"Jules, I have dealt with your awful comments all this time, and I am sick of them! Kyle is a wonderful kid and a wonderful son! If it wasn't for him, I might have died when I..." Marty then almost completely broke down. Jean then put her arm around him to comfort him.
"What happened?" Jules said, sounding slightly apologetic.
Marty then sighed and prepared to tell an obviously painful story.
"When I was in the prime of my career and Kyle was about 11, I got cancer. It was in my leg and the doctors were saying it was very possible that I could die. I got about a million surgeries including the amputation that finally ended them all. However, I still had to go through chemo."
"What's chemo?" Jules interrupted.
"You'll see," Marty said. "Anyway, while I felt like I just couldn't go through any more treatments, Kyle came into my hospital room to visit. He read me a passage from Psalms that was mentioned in church that day. It was Psalm 23. Verse four to the end went like this: 'When I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me...'"
"...Your rod and Your staff they comfort me." Said a strange female voice from another cell. "You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil. My cup runs over. Surly goodness and mercy will follow me all the days for my life."
Another voice from outside then joined the female voice and continued, "And I will dwell in the house of the Lord, forever."
Jules, with tears in his eyes, ran to the bars of the cell and poked his head out. "Mother?" he called.
"Yes Jules," Clara Brown said in a weak voice as she poked her head out from her cell in the other side of the compound. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too mother," Jules said. "Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here."
Meanwhile, Marty ran to the hole in the wall that was called a window and saw Kyle sitting right underneath it.
"How did you get here?" Marty said with tears in his eyes.
"I'll explain that later," Kyle whispered with obvious happiness but just as obvious urgency. "Right now I have to concentrate on saving history, and you three, or four I guess if you include Clara. Griff's revolt is gonna start soon and we gotta stop him to keep the world in working order. And considering the only guard of this thing you're in is a stick-thin idiot with no clue how to use his sonic gun, breaking you out of prison should be the easiest part."
"Yea, but..."
"Another thing," Kyle interrupted. "Where's Jean?"
Marty looked away from the window for a minute and saw Jules crying at the bars of the cell, while Jean was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands crying tears of joy.
Marty then turned back toward Kyle and said. "She's here, and so are Jules and Clara."
"Good," Kyle said. "Now for the real action to begin."